September 1st 1996, 10:30pm.

Michael tucked me in the bed in his room after we had our little time together. And by that, he asked me if I wanted to watch his favorite Disney movie with him. I had no idea he loved Peter Pan. I am beginning to warm up to him as I recall making him laugh a few times, which made my heart flutter. Afterwards, he went off to discuss some things with Francesca as he said he would, not too long after he tucked me in. At first I didn't really understand why he would put me in his room when there are guest quarters, but I didn't really question it seeming as he might have done this because he wanted me to be close to him or Francesca because I guess she didn't want me to stay in a completely different unit away from everyone as I'm only twelve.

I toss and turn in the dark, uncomfortable about how I'm still wearing my overalls. Then I hear voices coming from the other room, they sound like Michael and Francesca. I'm curious to know what they're talking about, so I slowly get up out of bed and exit the room, making my way further down the hallway. The voices become louder with each step and I see a door with light underneath the crack, so I press my ear up against it.

"How about I take her on tour with me? Just so you can do your job and not have Carmella in your way all the time?" I hear Michael say.

There was a pause for a moment. "You would do that?" Francesca asks in disbelief.

"Of course, maybe she just needs to get out a little more."

"Thank you, Michael. There's no need to do that, but thank you."

I heard her laugh that cackling loud French laugh she does that is only supposed to be a giggle.

"Well anyway, I need you to help take care of Debbie Rowe while you're here, since she can't come with me. She'll be in labour sometime in February, and I need you to assist her until I get back, but of course I'll be there just in time. Can you handle it?" Michael asks after the laughing has subsided.

"Yes Michael, of course. When have I ever let you down?"

"Never."

I make my way back to his room and lay back down in the bed, pulling the covers up and staring up at the ceiling I can't see in the dark. Tour? With him? Me? I don't know what to think about that, I am excited, but more nervous.