Disclaimer: I don't own Phantom, only the new stuff is mine.

A/N: Hi guys! Thanks for all of the reviews, they've kept me writing. Some people were a little concerned with the last chapter, don't worry. Erik will not be some crazy pervert in this story, I promise, he will fall in love with someone his own age, I just didn't want Into the Light to be some predictable "Erik meets girl-girl disregards deformity-they fall madly in love" phanphic (Not that there's anything wrong with that, I just wanted to do something different).

Also, school starts soon, so the updates may not be as fast, I'll try to write something at least every two weeks, but my schedule will be packed. I'm not giving up on this fic, though, so keep the faith!

Sorry for the long note, but it's over now, I promise. Enjoy!

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Lydia was surprised at how quickly she had finished the job. It usually took much longer to clean a house, especially one as large and neglected as this one. However, she was done in a few hours. Packing her supplies in an old bag, she opened the door and quietly let herself out. It was almost possible to think of her employer as a figment of her imagination. The house was silent, the last noise she had heard was the sound of breaking glass. But that glass, and the piano, convinced her that she had met the man. He was obviously reclusive, little wonder, his face likely made it difficult for him to be about during the day. Still, she wondered what had brought him to Great Britain, the accent in his voice was obviously foreign, French perhaps. Lydia shook her head to clear it, she had enough on her mind without a mysterious French man clogging up her thoughts! Hurrying along the streets, she kept her head down, hoping to avoid the pitying stares of the well-to-do.

She was relieved to finally make it home. The cheerful glow in the windows made up for the fact that they were set in a dilapidated house, the only reminder of the parents that had left her alone to care for Georgy. She opened the door calling to her sister, "Georgy, I'm home!" A tall, slim figure appeared in a doorway,

"Hello, Lydie, did everything go all right today?" Georgy reached out to take her bag,

"Of course, why wouldn't it?" Lydia tried not to sound defensive as she handed her bag to Georgy and stepped into their tiny kitchen.

"You're home early," Georgy pointed out, "No need to be snippy," She paused,

"Everything is all right, isn't it? You didn't get fired again? I told you that fourteen is too-"

"It's fine, Georgy, really," Lydia interrupted, " I met my employer today, that's all."

"You met-"

"He's a composer," Lydia was desperate to get off the subject of her age.

"Really?" Georgy's tone changed, Lydia should have felt guilty for playing on Georgy's love of music, but the conversation had needed a new direction, "Is he any good?"

"He's very good," At least she didn't have to lie, her employer had been incredibly talented.

"Perhaps I could meet him," Georgy sounded hopeful, she'd always wanted to talk with real musicians, but Lydia wasn't sure she wanted Georgy to meet this strange man.

"I don't know, Georgy, he likes his privacy,"

"How do you know that?" Georgy's question was innocent, but Lydia didn't want to tell her about that moment in the piano room, or that face.

"I could tell." Lydia knew that Georgy sensed that there was something else, so she changed the subject, "I'm famished, what should we have for supper?"

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Georgy allowed Lydia to dominate the conversation, answering only when asked a direct question. She wondered why Lydia was so secretive about her employer. What had happened today? Georgy vowed that she would find out, if only to protect her younger sister, who felt so invulnerable. She was grateful that Lydia watched out for her, but was afraid that in that concern, she would disregard her own safety for Georgy's, and she would not allow Lydia to do that. Besides, how dangerous could a reclusive composer be?