Christine looked horrified at the phantoms ruined throat. His neck was a burning red and swollen, all the way down to his collarbone. ``Oh Phantom!'' she cried, tears streaming down her face,`` let me help you up''. He nodded, she slowly helped him up careful to hold under his arms and not the shoulders. They carefully made their way over to the bedroom section of his home, when they arrived Christine gently helped him onto the bed careful that the pillows were propped up properly so his throat wouldn't hurt him. ``Do you want a glass of water?'' she asked hesitant, he nodded. She came back with a small glass of water and handed it to him, he took a small sip and immediately erupted into a coughing fit. He dropped the glass, which shattered onto the floor, and grasped his throat in pain. His body convulsed into a series of spasms, when they stopped he lay curled into a ball unmoving. Sleep had taken over him, she made sure that his breathing and pulse was normal before pulling the veil down. She went and laid down by the wall near the bed, soon sleep claimed her as well. She awoke to the sound of music playing, for a moment she didn't know where she was. Soon she realized that she was still in the phantoms lair, and she was hearing a familiar tune playing. She walked down to where the organ stood and a figure was seated on the bench. He stopped playing when he heard her walking toward him, ``good morning, angel'' she said with her hands resting on his shoulders. He grabbed a spare piece of paper and a pen from the table beside him and wrote; Why did you come back? ``Because I love you that's why'' she stated simply, Are you sure? He wrote, a suspicious frown crossing his face. She leaned down and kissed him passionately, holding the masked side of his face, careful not to pry it off. When it ended he pulled back surprised ``Does that answer your question?'' She smirked, he nodded, a smile arising on his face too.