Disclaimer: If I were making money off of this I would be in Hawaii right now, not writing this stupid fic.

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Mme Giry is a fine woman- she had a sense of pride that never deserted her, she always was unbiased, she never went back on her word and she had only lost her cool on three occasions during her entire lifetime; once during an argument with Erik, once during the moments after he stole away with Christine after Don Juan Triumphant, and once more in just a few seconds.

It had been just about half an hour since Mme Giry had left Christine in her dressing room. Raoul had sent for Christine, and since Firmin was to busy to be bothered, Mme Giry was told to get her. After some protest of being assigned a servants work, Mme Giry unwillingly went.

Mme Giry now stood in front of Christine's dressing room, composing herself for a moment, then calmly knocked on the door. Curiously enough, there was no answer. Mme Giry knocked again, and got the same response (or lack thereof).

This reaction was not what Mme Giry was used to, and being the proud woman she was, was quite offended. However, she kept her cool, and decided that Christine must be busy doing something. She began to knock rather forcefully on the door a third time, when one of her knocks opened the door.

This also took Mme Giry by surprise. Her hand still raised, she stared at the door, which stood ajar. She pushed the door open the rest of the way. Christine's door open? The next thing that popped into Mme Giry's mind was Erik, but she told herself not to jump to conclusions. Still, even as she strode level headedly but cautiously into Christine's dressing room, her heart made such a racket in her breast that she feared it would be heard.

"…Christen?" Mme Giry called. She turned around, looking for Christine. This is not a coincidence- I know it. Raoul sending for her then Christine missing. The thought of Erik pried at her mind again, but Mme Giry put down the urge to access the situation to quickly.

The next moment, Christine burst in from the mirror in sobs and threw herself at Mme Giry's feet in a state of total breakdown. Mme Giry, taken by surprise, didn't lose her cool, or at least not yet.

"Oh Mme Giry! Oh oh…. It's horrible… oh…" Christine sobbed, "I- oh I can't- I couldn't- I- oh Mme Giry!"

"Christine! What happened?" Mme Giry demanded. Christine tried to say something but couldn't seem to get the words out. "Christine! Calm yourself, your hysterical!" Mme Giry snapped sharply. She almost instantly regretted her words as Christine's state of hysteria only worsened. She is only a girl- be more sensitive. Christine still couldn't seem to collect herself. "Christine-" Mme Giry tried again, but Christine cut her off.

"Oh Mme Giry, Erik is dead!" Christine cried, bursting into a fresh set of tears.

Mme Giry's mind reeled at this, and for a moment, she lost her cool.

"Erik? Dead?" Mme Giry stammered, echoing her thoughts. For several sickening moments, Mme Giry's mind clouded in a state of confusion. Her thoughts babbled and panicked. Her head throbbed as she tried to grasp the situation. However, part of her knew it was all too simple. "But How?"

"Oh Mme Giry! It was awful!" Christine managed to say between tears. Christine explained the whole story, from the note left in her mirror to the last note of the Music of the Night, and Erik's first and final smile.

For a moment, Mme Giry was silent. She understood the situation all too well. She wanted to say something, but Christine broke in.

"But after that… He looked so peaceful… so I- I don't know why, but I- I took his hand off of his face and- and- and- his face was healed!" Mme Giry gasped and tried to say something, but nothing was to be said. Christine, however, continued. "Oh it was amazing! I never imagined what he looked like without the scar… he looked perfect!… but only after he was dead! It's so cruel! And no one will ever care…." Christine trailed off. Mme Giry knew she was right- no one mourned a murderer. No one cried for a Phantom. It just isn't fair, but life is never fair. If it was, we would all be roasting in hell.

"The angels wept to-night," Mme Giry reassured her.

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After note: the whole "the angles wept to-night" thing is from the book. That is why it is italicized.