Hope's PoV

We headed right over to a set of wax figures where a beheading mechanism thing sliced the head right off someone's head. I shuddered. This reminded me of when my birth father died. He got his head chopped off by my older brother who went insane.

Papa laughed as he took my hand and squeezed it in reassurance, knowing this disturbed me for reasons no one knew. "A place to be transported!" He exclaimed as he moved his hands around to show that he meant the museum. He stepped in front of us and began to speak again. "A place where people can see things they've never seen before! Huh?"

"Wax figures?" Mother asked, confused of what they were. I was shocked she actually knew what they were, no offence to my mother at all! (Nice save, I hope!)

"Yeah. Yeah." Papa began. I glanced at Helen and Caroline and saw Caroline glance over at Helen, who was looking at the mechanism. I walked over to them and kneeled down in between them as Papa continued. "They're all the rage in Europe. Look! Marie Antoinette with the sore throat. Napoleon. Come here." Papa called as he bought us to where a wax soldier was stood with a white wax horse. "See? You've already met some of the most famous folks in history. But they're not all wax. This is the great... O'Malley. Master of sleight hand. A king of deception."

I had to try and bite back a laugh at what Caroline replied with at Papa's last few sentences. "You don't look like a magician." she commented. I looked over at mother, who didn't look at me, and almost let a laugh escape.

"I'm a thief." O'Malley replied with. I looked, alarmed, over at Papa as he smiled at me.

"A very good thief. I caught him nicking my watch." Papa commented. I shook my head and turned my back on O'Malley. "Hope'll come around, she just doesn't like thieves." Papa told the man. I shook my head and walked towards the exit, not wanting to be in a room with dead, wax figures.

"Hope! Look, an elephant!" I heard Helen call out as the door shut. I glared at the floor as a memory came into my mind.

"Father, can I tell her about the elephants you hunted a while back?" I heard a voice ask. The voice was familiar but I couldn't place it. I assume that the an nodded since there was no reply. I felt myself be picked up and put into a mat where one one day next to me. I got on all fours and crawled over to them and into their lap. "Father was in a tight spot. He was being chased by a hoard of angry elephants that wanted to eat him! He had two choices; kill, or be killed. He picked kill, of course. He got his gun, shooting the first elephant. He kept shooting until he ran out of bullets. There was blood everyw-!" The person got cut short by another male voice.

"Alright, that's enough! She doesn't need to listen to this, Jhon!" The second voice exclaimed as I was picked up and put on someone's hip. I felt myself fall asleep as someone shook my arm in the outside world.

"Hope! Hope, c'mon, answer me! Hope!" I heard Papa say as he shook my arm gently, trying to get me to snap out of my thoughts. The problem was, I couldn't snap out of them for some reason so I kept glaring at the ground.