"So where are you going to look for Christine next?" Meg asked Raoul as they parted ways.
"I don't know." He mused mostly to himself. "Meg, can I ask you for a favor?" Raoul asked, struck by a sudden idea.
"Hmm?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.
"If for some reason the Phantom comes back to the Opera House, or if you see him slinking around Paris, I want you to contact me at once so I can find him and kill him." He finished importantly. Seeing Meg's doubtful face, Raoul threw her a small bag of money.

"You carry bags of money around?" She asked, catching the money easily. "All right, I'll look out for him, and report back to you."
"Good." He said, and walked out of the Opera House.

"I'm not going back."
"Pardon?" Erik turned around to see Christine standing behind him solemnly.
"You heard me. You said that in no time I would be going back to Raoul, well I don't want to go back to him."
"Oh yeah, and where are you going to live?" Erik asked, with polite curiosity.
"Here with you." She stated, walking towards him. "You may be a jackass at times, but I'm not leaving you again."
"Well, ahem, now that we have that cleared up." Erik resumed playing a symphonic like piece, but stopped when Christine put her arms around his neck. "Go back to bed Christine." He muttered.

"You are impossible." Christine said, with something of a snarl in her voice, pushing herself away from Erik, who turned around with mild interest. "You wonder why you're rotting down here alone, it's because you never let anyone get close enough to you." She near shouted at his face, and in a huff stormed back into her room.
"Huh." Erik turned back to his organ with something of a grin on his face.

Once securely locked in her bedroom, Christine found a book, and began reading it disinterestedly. Only a couple of minutes passed, when Erik's shadow darkened her doorway.
"What do you want?" She asked haughtily.

"It looks funny when you do the ice bitch look when your face isn't as lovely as it used to be." Erik remarked, leaning against the wall. Christine let out a hiss of some sort, and climbed her way out of the bed, and attempted to walk by him, when Erik grabbed her by the arm. "You need to learn not to take everything so seriously Christine. Now that you don't have good looks to fall back on, you need to take more of a cynical view on the world." Casually he shrugged his shoulders, "worked for me."
"Let me go." Christine whispered fiercely.
"Fine." Erik let her hand drop to her side.
"I mean let me out of here. I changed my mind; I don't want to spend another second down here with you." Christine spat at him.
"Oh yeah? Where would you go?" Erik asked.
"Back to my husband!" She yelled vehemently. "I know he would love me no matter how I look."

"You can't leave." Erik said, his voice started to get slightly louder.
"You can't stop me!" Christine screamed, completely hysterical, breaking down and sobbing. Rolling his eyes slightly, Erik pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and handed it to the wailing Christine. "No." She attempted to push it away.
"Just take it Christine, your nose is unfortunately dripping everywhere." Erik remarked with a edge of disdain to his voice.
"At least I have a nose." She shot at him. Seeing him glare at her, Christine quickly protected her face, and started trembling.

"I've had just about enough of you." He grabbed her by the shoulders, and forced her to look at him. "You want to go crawling back to your husband be my guest, God knows it'll do me a favor." He snarled at her, and then swung her around, and pushed her back into her room.
"Hey-" Christine started to scream out a scream of indignation, but before she could articulate anything, Erik slammed the door on her face with savage vindication.