The sheets wrapped around Enjolras were unfamiliar. When he opened his eyes he saw a whole underground world that was unfamiliar. The music of a little monkey music box at his bedside was unfamiliar. All the sudden the memories of last night returned in remarkable clarity. He remembered there was mist swirling upon a vast glassy lake. There were candles all around and on the lake there was a boat and in the boat there was a man. He stood and began walking reflecting fondly on his time with the Phantom. Still clad in that half mask, he sat at his piano surrounded by mounds of sheet music.

"Phantom?" He whispered. He looked over his shoulder at his Apollo. "Who are you?"

"I am the Phantom, the Opera Ghost, the Angel of Music." He replied simply. Enjolras wasn't satisfied with this response.

"I mean who are you?" He stroked his face, gingerly setting the fingers of his second hand slightly under the edge of the white mask. "Who is the man under the mas-" He removed the mask. The Phantom's first reaction was to throw Enjolras to the ground and clutch the uncovered ugly half of his face.

"Damn you! You little prying Orestes! Curse you lying Apollo! Now you can never be free! Is this what you wanted to see? A hideous man? Can you even imagine something being so ugly? Can you even look? A creature straight from the depths of hell, but secretly longs for heaven? Someone who would never admit that he too has a heart! He too wants to be loved." A tear trickled out from his eye. "Could you ever love something so repulsive? Someone that secretly longs for beauty, for you, Apollo." Now Enjolras was welling up at the Phantom's confession. Feeling terrible for this whole incident Enjolras handed the mask back sniffling. He pressed it against his face "Come on. We have to go. Those two love struck fools who run my theatre will be missing you."

Marius was pleased with the sales on tickets of that nights show but Cosette; his loving wife was still worried about the two men that were missing. They knew where Courfeyrac was but Enjolras was flat out lost. "Cosette, don't worry! It's publicity! Tickets are selling faster than ever!"

"Honey, it doesn't matter if we have a full house within the hour, we don't have our star, and we're short a chorus member, who, by the way is being called 'the next big thing'!" She fretted. At that moment Gavroche was skipping past loudly singing.

"Mail! Letter for Monsieur and Madame Pontmercy!" He called cheerfully. "Eponine gave it from me. Says it's from the Opera Ghost!" He said too loudly. Cosette hushed him, took the letter and sent him on his way with a candy.

The letter was in a vanilla envelope with a bulky red skull sealing it. Cosette cleared her throat to read the letter aloud. "Dearest, sickeningly domestic, oddly young owners, I'd like to congratulate you on a lovely gala. Enjolras was truly the crown jewel of the night. Thank God Courfeyrac wasn't performing. Please take my advice, that Diva's a disaster. Why did you ever cast him? Anyway, I'd like to remind you that my salary has yet to be paid. Refusal to obey will result in dire consequences. Thank you. O.G." Cosette read.

"The Opera Ghost wants money? This is an outrage!" Marius cried retiring in Cosette's embrace. Combeferre emerged demanding their full attention.

"Where is he?" He bellowed.

"Courfeyrac?" Marius asked him.

"No, Enjolras!" He corrected, he's patience short. "I want an answer! I know you know where he is. You sent me a note!" He approached them gesturing with a folded note.

"A note?" Cosette asked her brow furrowed. "We sent you no note!"

"He's not with you then? Where could he be?" He looked stressed and very concerned. Enjolras, someone he was falling in love with was missing! "But this letter! Read it!" He handed Marius the note. He unfolded it and skimmed it quickly before reading it out loud.

"Don't worry about Enjolras. The Angel of music has him under his wing. Make no attempt to see him again."

"If you didn't write it, who did?" He was scared and Cosette, empathetic as always, could feel it. Dressed to impress, Courfeyrac burst through the front door.

"Where is that Combeferre!?" He shouted making the three turn to him.

"Oh great. What do you want!?" He crossed his arms, not in the mood for Courfeyrac's craziness.

"You sent me a letter! And I'm not happy about it!" He stamped his foot against the floor.

"Did you send it?" Cosette prompted.

"No!" He denied defensively.

"Yeah right! Read it and tell me it wasn't you that wrote it!" He passed the letter to Combeferre who un-crumpled it as to read it.

"Your days at the Opera Amis de l'ABC are numbered. Enjolras will be singing in your place tonight. Be prepared for a great misfortune should you attempt to disobey." He read.

"Too many notes!" Marius cried. "Too many about Enjolras!"

"Enjolras has returned!" Eponine called with Jehan next to him.

"Where is he!?" They demanded all at once.

"Resting, he was very troubled when he returned." Eponine stated. Jehan nodded in agreement. "No one is to see him until further notice."

"Will he sing?" Courfeyrac demanded in true diva fashion. He handed Cosette a note.

"Here, read it for yourselves."

"Hello! It's me again. I have now sent you many notes detailing how my theatre is to be run. You have not however, followed my instructions but I shall give you one last chance. Enjolras has returned to you and I'm anxious his career should progress. In the new production of Il muto, Enjolras will be playing the lead while Courfeyrac plays the pageboy, the silent role. I will watch the performance in my regular box, box 5, which will be kept empty for me. Should my orders be ignored, there will be disaster. I remain your obedient servant, O.G." Cosette shuddered.

"Enjolras? You're kidding!" Courfeyrac laughed. "I have to be the star!"

"And you are!" Marius insisted. "You always will be! We don't take orders!" He assured him. "Enjolras will be the pageboy and you will be the lead. That is final!" Cosette agreed with a curt nod.

"No! I will not stand for this nonsense!" he stormed off to the door with Cossette and Marius following, begging him to stay. When he angrily pried the door open, a crowd of people were shouting, something he was used to, adoring fans. He only assumed they were his. But upon further inspection he heard them chanting:

"Enjolras! Enjolras! Enjolras!" His nose wrinkled in disgust. How disheartened he was when he shut the door to that roaring paparazzi.

"Your public needs you!" Marius reminded him.

"We need you!" Cosette chimed. Courfeyrac scoffed.

"Wouldn't you rather have that Enjolras boy?" He hissed. Both shook their heads rapidly mouthing no and telling him that he is the only star they could ever have! After a little persuasion and plenty of gifts, they convinced him to grace the stage again.