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Meg walked quietly into Christine's dressing room. It was dark; all the candles were off. But there was no Christine.
"Christine?" Meg whispered. She noticed a light coming from a crack in the mirror. She crept slowly towards it. A noise startled her and she turned her head sharply back, but there was no one there. She continued forward.
A…door? she thought. For indeed, it wasn't a crack in the mirror, there was light coming from behind the mirror, like someone, in their haste, didn't shut the door properly. She slid the mirror door open and crept slowly inside. She slid the door shut and looked at the mirror. She could see Christine's dressing room.
I'm inside the mirror?
She walked through the corridors. The first one was lit up with torches, but the second, unfortunately, was pitch-black. She jumped and screamed when she saw rats. She was very frightened. What kind of place is this?
She felt her way along the walls, walking down the winding steps. She reached the end of it and saw there was a giant lake.
Oh great, she thought. Now how am I supposed to get to there in this darkness?
Meg decided the safest thing to do was to wait. After all, Christine supposedly never left her dressing room, but went missing. Raoul had said he heard a man's voice in the room, and the mirror was ajar. Christine should be here. He can't keep her forever. Maybe she'll come back. And with that thought in mind, she sat on the floor, leaning against the wall and, feeling suddenly exhausted, went to sleep.
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Meg suddenly felt light near her eyes. She tiredly opened them. She saw fire. No…a torch. And a man holding the torch. A man with a mask and blazing, angry eyes that looked just a little fearful. Meg's own eyes widened and gasped, which turned into a choked gasp as the Phantom used his torch-free hand to haul Meg up by her neck with impossible strength, choking her. Meg knew that she was getting bruises. She struggled to breathe.
"Who are you?! How did you get here?!" the Phantom yelled. His grip on her throat tightened.
"Angel! Angel, stop! Don't do it! Put her down! That's my friend! That's Meg!" Christine yelled frantically.
Angel…? The Phantom is her Angel of Music? Meg thought in wonder.
"Chris…tine…" Meg choked out, her eyes landing on her best friend's panicked ones.
The Phantom's grip on her throat loosened. His eyes widened and became fearful.
"Meg….Giry?" he whispered. He let go of her throat and Meg dropped to the ground, gasping and dry-heaving.
"Meg!" yelled Christine, clambering out of the boat. She crouched beside her friend and hugged her. Meg noticed she had her nightgown on, like she was dressed for bed.
"Oh, Meg," Christine sighed.
"He's….your Angel…of…Music?" Meg breathed out between pants. She looked up slowly into his eyes, which were filled with remorse and confusion.
"Let's go," he said firmly. He crouched down and lifted Meg, gently but firmly, to her feet, putting one of her arms around his shoulders, while Christine did the same with the other arm. Slowly, they made their way up the steps.
Christine wanted to ask her friend so many questions. How did she get there in the first place? Where was Raoul? But she didn't think it wise to ask those questions in front of her Angel, (no…the Phantom), so she held her tongue, planning to ask her when they were alone.
They reached the corridor with the torches again. At the end of the corridor, in front of the transparent mirror, was Madame Giry, looking fearful and worried, walking slowly down the corridor. When she saw them, her fearful and worried eyes became angry as well. She rushed towards her daughter.
"Get off of her!" she yelled at the Phantom. She lifted Meg's arms from around the pair and hugged her.
"I was so worried." She looked at Christine. "For both of you. Neither of you were seen since last night and the Vicomte was talking about calling the police. But when he said he heard a man's voice," Madame Giry said with distaste, looking at the Phantom, "I knew where to look."
"How?" Both Meg and Christine said in unison, shocked.
Madame Giry looked uncomfortable now, feeling that she said too much. She let go of her daughter.
"What happened to you, Meg? Are those bruises?!" her inquiry turned into a fiery exclamation. Now she rounded on the Phantom.
"You did this to her?! After all I've done for you?! You did this?!" Her voice was becoming shrill.
"I swear, I didn't know who she was!" said the Phantom hurriedly. "I thought she was trying to find me out! But, you won't tell anyone where I live, will you Meg?" he now implored her. Meg turned to him in confusion.
"No," her mother answered for her, "No, she won't tell anyone. And neither will you, Christine. Come, let's go now. They're all very worried." Madame Giry grabbed both her daughter's and her adoptive daughter's hands and quickly walked towards the mirror. Both Meg and Christine gave the Phantom a backward glance, but he was already gone.