"My Christine, I was forced to leave early this morning. Please make yourself comfortable.
On this note - do the laundry. A great disaster will occur if you won't.
Yours, OG."
She sighed slightly. "You don't have to threaten me, Erik."
Then she rose, put the note written with red ink aside, and took the woven basket to the lake outside.
"Près des remparts de Séville
Chez Mon ami Lillas Pastia,
j'irai danser la seguedille
Et boire du Manzanilla,
j'irai chez mon ami Lillas Pastia." She sang while washing the dark cloths of Erik.
"Be more joyful. You need to sound happy and dreamy." said a voice in the shadows behind her. She turned, not surprised to that see no one was there.
"I was singing for fun!" She complained.
"Fun is no excuse for unprofessional singing." Said the voice with a serious voice. "Do it again."
"Près des remparts de Séville
Chez mon ami Lillas Pastia…"
She sang again, knowing there's no way to disobey his will.
"Good. Practice more and you'll be the best singer the world has ever known."
She turned toward the shadows again, ready to get mad again, but there was already no one there.
She rowed the black gondola upon the silky lake water, attempting to get back home. While she was in the middle of the lake, a voice has sounded - the sweetest and most gentle voice she has ever heard. She really had to fight herself and not leaning over the edge of the boat, but succeeded well - up until the moment when the two skeletal hands reached out of the water and grabbed her. "Erik!" She rebuked "Stop it! That's me!" The hands immediately left her alone and sank back to the lake.
"You should stop doing that whenever I'm returning home!" Christine squeezed the edges of her dress angrily. He placed his hands gently on her shoulders. "And how should I know it was you, my dear Christine? Erik doesn't want any encroachers to enter his home!"
"You should suspect that the one going to your home and not leaning over to hear the siren is me!"
"Then I swear I'll be more patient next time."
She touched his hand. "So it be." Then she took a bill out of her pocket. "Listen, Erik, while I was walking down the street today, I found a twenty-Franc bill… But I guess you already know that." She looked at the Bank of St. Farce bill desperately. "I do know everything, remember that." Said the Phantom most proudly.
"Eat!"
"But I am not hungry, Christine, I have already eaten... "
"No! Eat! Eat it all now!"
He lowered his eyes and started eating with a defeated look on his eyes. "You know I can't refuse you, my love…" He said quietly.
She smiled. "Then I suppose we both will get together great."