Mikah

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

"But, do you have any evidence that proves you are him? I mean, hey, it could just be a coincidence."

I shook my head,

"No, Phoebe, it's hard enough for me to believe that I'm not even Angus Monaghan. These pictures of me prove it, there's no doubt about that."

She shrugged,

"It's just so hard to believe... that... that you're royalty..."

"What?" I questioned, "Do I not look like royalty?"

"Not really, " She laughed, which made me laugh as well.

She looked at me, with the same curious eyes that her little sister gets.

"So... how do you suppose you'll get to Russia? That's a long trip, you know? And Nora, what will we do with Nora?"

My thoughts began to wander. She was right, how in the hell was I supposed to get to Russia. It's not like I had any money on me.

"We'll catch a cargo ship, and hide within all the cargo. Surely someone's gotta travel to Russia, you know? As for Nora, she'll stay with one of my friend's who are out of the orphanage now, he lives in Dublin."

She shook her head,

"But how? When? And what's his name?"

I looked at her, thinking the same thing,

"I don't know... the window?" I questioned, "And his name is Noah, Noah Doyle."

She looked at me, frantic,

"I'm afraid of heights."

Of course she was, but that didn't matter, somehow we needed to get down.

"I'll help you, just don't look down. Here, in Dublin, they have a grand immigrant ship. We could go on there and say we're visiting family in Russia." I suggested.

She nodded, but then continued to doubt the plan,

"But Angus, we don't look like family."

I looked at her pathetically,

"Here, Olsen has kept every single one of his wife's clothes. You could wear pretty upper class gloves with a fur coat and a dress underneath, and I'll wear this, just I'll clean it up a bit. But we're to act not as siblings, but as husband and wife, you hear?"

She looked at the boxes of clothes of Olsen's dead wife, and then back at me.

"Do you really think that this will work, Angus?"

I nodded,

"I really do hope so. But we're no longer Angus Monaghan and Phoebe Stagg, alright? Hmm... we need to have more proper names."

She smiled a mischievous smile,

"I have two of the most perfect names."

I nodded,

"And those are...?"

"Alfred and Eleonora Stagg, the names of my rich but insane birth parents."

***

For the next couple of days, we spent most of our hours planning our trip to Russia. As well as trying to figure out how to leave a letter to Nora, but that was the least of my worries. It worried Phoebe a lot, for her to be left alone in this stupid house, and to run off on her own, but I reminded Phoebe that we'd be able to write to her as soon as we got to Russia, and that seemed to calm her down at least a little bit.

On the last day, the night of our escape from this awful prison known as Morley's Orphanage, we sorted through the old clothes in the attic in hopes we would look a little more upper class than before.

I turned around to let Phoebe change in her own privacy, and once she told me to turn around again, I must say; she looked absolutely beautiful.

She wore an old dress of Anne Morley's that was all white, and had a zipper in the back that she couldn't quite zip up.

"Alfie, dear, will you be a darling and zip up my dress?" She spoke softly.

I nodded, smiling,

"Oh El, how many times must I tell you, you can have the maid do such a thing as this." I said, mimicking her English accent.

She giggled, and I zipped up her dress and then passed her a furry black coat, as well as a pair of flats of Anne's.

Once she wrapped herself in the furry coat, I was overwhelmed by the fact that she was so wonderfully beautiful.

"You... You look beautiful, Phoebe." I murmured.

She blushed,

"Oh hush, I don't look all that beautiful, I can show you way more beautiful lassies than I."

I shook my head,

"No, Phoebe. I don't care about them. I care about you, and you are the most beautiful lass I have ever seen in my entire life."

"Are you serious?" She beamed, "Oh... do you really mean that?"

I nod,

"Yes, Phoebe. You're very beautiful, like an angel. But we should start going, okay? Leave the letter for Nora, and eat the last of your bread, okay?"

I could tell Phoebe was about to squeal, but she nodded and finished up the letter for her little sister, and then placed it close to the last of the water.

"Are you ready?" She asked me.

I shrugged,

"Not really, but I'm as ready as I'll ever be, I suppose. Are you?" I questioned.

"I've never been so ready to escape this prison, so yes, I am ready. But one thing is for sure, I am more than just nervous about getting down from the window. So yes, I'm slightly nervous, but I'm also as ready as I'll ever be."