The Roaring Twenties. Ferdinand wanted to see The Roaring Twenties, a movie that was originally released hundreds of years ago. Josephine thought this was ridiculous.
  The request itself wasn't so bad. In their day and age, many century-old movies were well-preserved, mostly on computer hard drives in museums, guarded by the few remaining drone robots. Ferdinand Leclaire had more than enough money to simply purchase a relic of cinematography to view at home, but that wasn't what he wanted. He wanted to see the film in a theatre.
  Josephine Leclaire, Ferdinand's younger sister, seven years his junior, was flabbergasted and annoyed at his request at first. Being a young multi-billionare, he most likely COULD bribe a theatre owner into letting him have his own private viewing, but she thought the scenario was childish, like a spoiled brat who wasn't happy with the already expensive gift he was given, still needing and craving more.  However, Josephine soon became conflicted. On the other hand, she thought, Ferdie (as she lovingly referred to him) deserves everything that he asks for, no matter how outlandish the request. With that logic and devotion in mind, Josephine, disregarded her previous gripes and decided to help Ferdinand in his movie-viewing quest.
  As predicted, finding a willing theatre owner wasn't difficult. The place itself held an old-timey ambience, which Ferdinand greatly admired. In a corner of the high-celing room sat a popcorn machine on wheels, complete with a cheerful looking vendor stuffing the snack into striped red and white bags. Along the walls were large movie posters, with the heading "COMING ATTRACTIONS" above them, surrounded in bright lights. The posters had no truly upcoming features, but were well-preserved copies of posters from films dating back as far as 1924. As an added nostalgic touch, a functioning nickelodeon sat in the middle of the room, waiting to be fed a nickel in exchange for music.
  Ferdinand gaped as he excitedly explored the room. He turned to Josephine, grinning. "I can't believe I've never seen this place before!" he exclaimed. "Maybe I should buy it before someone comes along and tries to make it more...modern." The smile faded as he closed his eyes and shuddered at the thought. In Ferdinand's mind, the old was much better than the new.
  After some brief negotiations, Ferdinand's deal was made. Tomorrow night, he would be watching The Roaring Twenties in his own private theatre hall. Satisfied, he invited Josephine to go with him, to which she eagerly accepted.

  For the rest of the remaining day and the next, Ferdinand was ecstatic. He practically skipped with each step he took, and treated everyone he ran into warmly, even his robotic servants that he normally despised. This spectacle pleased Josephine; she desperately wanted her brother to be happy.
For a little more than a month, Ferdinand was trying to hunt down a violent robot named Vincent, though they preferred to call him by his model number, #48. Within that month, Ferdinand's already fragile health became worse, and he was increasingly more agitated and irritable. That was the main reason Josephine was called to his mansion; she was the head of the most prosperous pharmeceutical company in Los Angeles, an obvious pick to look after him. Being his sibling was an added bonus.
  However, Josephine didn't always see it that way. She often wished they weren't related, because her love and devotion ran deeper than the platonic love shared between a brother and sister. Years after Ferdinand left their home abruptly at the age of 14, when Josephine was only 7, she pined over him, waiting for him to return. In time, she realized that her attraction to him was wrong, but as she got older, she stopped caring (which, at first, disturbed her deeply, but she also got over that). Knowing fully of Ferdinand's poor health, she became an expert in medicine for the sole purpose of aiding him. Everything she did was for him. No matter how small the task she was assigned, if it was to benifit him in any way, she put her full effort into it. But, for that last dreadful month, despite all she did for him, Ferdinand never seemed happy. From this one upcoming event, his spirits soared, which equally lifted Josephine's.

  After what seemed like a century to both of the Leclaires, the movie night arrived. Josephine was excited to spend a night out with Ferdinand, though she hid her enthusiasm well. Even as she fixed herself up in a more feminine fashion than was usual for her, she calmly made the excuse, "I just don't want to look homely in public, is all." She put up her long, wavy black hair into a sophisticated ponytail and wore an elegant white dress shirt with a black vest. No matter how pretty she wanted to look, she dared not wear a short skirt, so she opted for a long, flowing black one instead. As she looked in a mirror in one of the bathrooms and carefully applied black mascara, a knock came from the door. Slightly startled, Josephine jumped up and turned to the door. She approached it slowly, heart racing. If it was one of those robots, I'll have them thrown in a trash compactor, she thought to herself.
  As the door opened, Josephine was immediately greeted by Ferdinand, who smiled wide at her with a gleam in his eyes. She wanted to believe the smile and gleam were a result of her, but she knew it was only due to his excitement over the movie. He also looked slightly more dressed up, wearing a similar dress shirt with a red vest over it, black trousers, and his signature white fedora. He rose his single arm slowly, holding a white hair ribbon in his hand. Josephine stared at it for a moment, then back at him.
  "You're not going to go out without this, are you?" he asked.
Josephine rolled her eyes slightly. "You don't really expect me to wear that everywhere, do you?"
  Ferdie's smile slowly faded, and he looked down at the ribbon. "...It's not that bad, is it? I mean...I didn't think you'd mind..."

  Ferdinand seemed to believe in two things: men should look like 1930's gangsters, and women should look like porcelain dolls. Josephine believed he still saw her as a seven year old girl, despite how well-endowed she had become, and her other obvious signs of age. However, she also knew that he had an attraction to women who dressed in that way, so with that in mind, she thought it was tolerable. Besides, she wanted to see him smile again. Trying to hide the slight annoyance in her heavy-lidded green eyes, she looked back and Ferdinand, took the ribbon, and said, "You're right, it's not so bad. I'll wear it."
Ferdinand's smile almost instantly returned. "Really? Thanks, Fifi." He abruptly, pushed the door open more, walked in, and hugged her.
  Josephine thought the hug was awkward at first, mostly due to Ferdinand's missing appendage, but she eased up to it quickly. Displays of affection from him were rare (except when he was around his bodyguard Adolf Shriver, whom he had a strange attatchment to), so she reveled in it. Just as she was about to return the embrace, Ferdinand pulled away. He looked behind himself and said, "We'd better get going. Vivi is meeting us there, and I don't want her to think I forgot about her."
  Josephine blinked twice. Vivi? As in that Vivian girl he'd been hanging around with recently? She didn't know that he invited her. It was much harder for Josephine to repress jealousy.
  "Fine," she said, "I'm done in here anyway." She pushed herself past him quickly and headed towards the front doors, where a limo waited for them. Ferdinand shrugged and followed her.

  When the limo pulled up to the theatre, the first thing Josephine saw was Vivian, staring up at the sparkling marquee. She looked back down at the limo nervously, as if she could see Josephine glaring at her through the tinted windows. Once they pulled to a stop, Ferdinand nearly flew out of the vehicle and headed straight towards. She appeared to be wearing an outfit that Ferdinand bought for her; a puffy and lacey black-and-white blouse with a long black skirt and simple black mary janes on her feet. The outfit was accented with a large green plaid ribbon on her head. Josephine was appalled. She was disgusted further after noticing that Vivian also fixed herself up; her long brown hair was much curlier, not limp and lifeless as usual, and she seemed to be wearing a little bit of makeup. Josephine turned away fro them, trying not to gag. No one so homely should ever be seen with Ferdinand, she thought to herself. He deserves much better, she thought.
  As she continued to wallow in her jealous rage, Ferdinand turned back to her and waved. "The movie's about to start, Fifi. Aren't you coming?"
  When she looked back at him, her face softened. She noticed that Ferdinand still looked happy, if not happier than he was previously. She couldn't stay mad at him, at least, not now. She followed them into the theatre, then tried to stay as close to him as possible without making Vivian suspicious. She wanted this to be an evening alone with her beloved brother, but she sacrified her own happiness for his, as she'd done countless times before, and will continue to do, until she draws her final breath.