<strong>Evie ~ running a bath</strong><br/><br/>Evie had gasped loudly at the sheer size of the tub.  She had set the taps running full, watching as the steam soon danced around the room.  She had poured some bubble bath from one of the bottles, and the bubbles soon covered the surface of the water.  She perched on the side of the bath, and forgot her predicament.  She started to sing.<br/><br/>The song wasn't anything special, one of the random pop songs that she had learnt over the years.  Her voice though was something else.  it was deeper, alto voice, not the soaring soprano of Lily, but a voice that seemed to express emotions and deep need.  She sang about a girl, the boy had gone, never to return.  She felt the emotions and the words moved around her, haunting, ghostly on the steam.  She had a powerful voice, a voice that needed no real amplification.<br/><br/>She didn't hear him bellow, she had turned the water off now and finished the song, the last notes fading away, leaving the memory and the pain of love lost in the air as she turned her attention back to the tub...<br/>