He walked slowly to his destination. He was very healthy for his age, but he was still very old, so he couldn't move as fast as he did when he was younger.

He sighed, memories came flooding back to him like waves on the shore. He looked around the cemetery, further in front of him was the Daae mausoleum. He could see Christine sitting on the steps, singing to her Angel of Music. He smiled as the memory faded; he missed her beautiful voice and face. His blue eyes drifted to a large gravestone not far from him, his eyes filled with the familiar tears. He walked over and placed his hand over the name on the grave. Christine de Chagny.

He wanted to remember everything about the place. The grass, the trees, he wanted to remember the way the sun shined down on her grave, casting a glow on the cold stone. He wanted to remember her picture, the picture of the beauty he had always loved. He tried to imagine what the stone would look like with his last name on it, and how Christine would look with out the fancy jewels and outfit that she adorned in her picture on her gravestone.

Erik silently laid the red rose down on her grave. He stood up and looked once more at the grave. He looked at the rose, the red rose tied with a black ribbon, with her engagement ring tied on it.

Erik was never really sure why she had given the ring back to him. Was it out of pity? Did she feel sorry for the 'pitiful creature of darkness', as she had called him? Or did she give the ring to him to show her love? He doubted that idea, but longed for it the most. He was truly alone now that Christine was gone. True, he was alone after she left him, but he had always felt connected to her somehow, and the moment she moved on he knew, because he felt a part of himself left also.

He felt that he was daft for feeling this for this woman, who left him for another, who betrayed him and hurt him. He should hate her! After the trust he had for her and the love he felt!! She denied him and betrayed him!! He had every right to hate her! He sighed again, he could never hate Christine, he was hurt and angry, but he didn't hate her. As he grew older he started controlling his anger much better, something he had little control over when he was younger. He remembered the last time he was truly angry, over thirty years ago.

The one true friend he had since he was sixteen had been killed. She had come to visit him one night and he was so pleased to see her! It had been months since her last visit. She told Erik that she wasn't able to come and visit these passed few months because the doctors had diagnosed her as being pregnant. He was overjoyed for her; she was already at least four months along, so they discussed things about the baby and what the name was going to be. He was happy for her, she was only thirty-seven at the time, for she was only eight years younger than he. They talked long into the night and she eventually left to journey back home. The next day Erik learned that during the night the carriage taking her home had crashed and everyone was killed, including her.

Erik snapped back from his memory. Tears welled up in his eyes again as he thought about his lost friend. He walked down the steps to the lower class part of the cemetery and walked to a small grave, the name read:

Aunalisa Naomi Destler-Trumane

January 26, 1852- August 3, 1889

He was glad that she had Destler put on her grave, which was the name she used for her last name, since she couldn't remember her own, she used his last name.

"You were a good friend my dear" he said in his deep voice.

He got up and looked around one last time. This would be the last time he came here, for he was going to leave Paris, he wanted to go somewhere peaceful for his last for years of life.

He turned to leave when something caught his eye. In the higher class part of the cemetery there was a glowing light, it was abnormally bright and out of place, so he decide to investigate it.

He shielded his eyes from the brightness, he had no idea what was causing this. It was horribly bright! He kept his eyes covered for a long time, he wasn't entirely sure how long it was, but he was completely surprised when he heard his name.

"Erik"

He slowly uncovered his eyes, his breathe caught in his throat at the sight before him.

"Auna" he gasped in a barely audible whisper.

"Erik, I have a proposition for you"

Erik looked at her, she looked the same she did the night she was killed, nearly thirty years ago.

"What kind of proposition?"

"What if you had the chance to change everything, change how your life turned out."

"What??"

"Erik, have you become dense over the past thirty years? I'm saying I can give you a chance to go back and change everything, you can get Christine back, change your actions, and basically change fate"

Erik's eyes widened at her words, could she really do this? Could fate really be changed?

"Can this really be done?"

"If it couldn't do you think I would offer? Erik, if you accept you will have to change a lot of your actions to win Christine"

"What exactly do you mean?"

"I cannot tell you that Erik, you must find these changes on your own, this is all up to you"

Erik thought for a moment, he wasn't sure what to do. What if went back and the same thing happened and he went through the same torture again? He glanced over at Christine's grave, he thought of her smile and her touch, and her voice.

He looked at Auna's spirit, he thought for another moment, a gentle breeze blew by him and he could've sworn he heard Christine's voice singing, singing for him.

"I want it Auna!! I want to go back!!!"

Auna smiled.

"I will see you in the past Erik"

She disappeared, and Erik was plunged into darkness for a moment he could hear voices all speaking quickly around him, he could hear Christine singing and Auna singing as well. Suddenly he could see people around him, but everything was moving quickly in reverse, he saw the performance of Don Juan, he saw himself and Christine on the stage, and then he saw the cemetery, him fighting Raoul, Christine singing. Everything was going by in a blur; he closed his eyes and could still hear the singing of the opera, the talking of stagehands, and the screeching of Carlotta.

Soon everything was quiet, his eyes were shut tightly and he was breathing hard. He was lying on something soft; he opened his eyes to see his familiar room in his home under the opera house. He looked around and saw the lake and the candles. He touched his face and felt the cool surface of the mask. His hands were young looking again and he wore black trousers and a white shirt.

"How far back did I go?"

He looked around, and then he heard Carlotta screeching her part of Hannibal.