*look at end of chapter for French translations*

When Sarah woke up, she blushed as she realized she had fallen asleep with the dress. Relocating her needle, she sat it down and then searched the contents of the basket. She found a lump of cheese and some bread and began to eat, grateful for Monsieur Andre's generosity.

Deciding to take a break, she began to walk the halls of the Opera, running her hands along the railings like a child. Suddenly she heard a knock at the door. She jumped. The knocking continued.

"Hello?" Someone called. Taking a deep breath, Sarah opened the door, on the step stood a young man. He had a box (probably for donations) in one hand and held his cap in another. He had dark brown hair and blue eyes. He wore a nice vest and shirt, but his trousers hung almost three centimeters above his ankles.

"Bonjour. L'opéra est fermé, il serait sage de partir maintenant." Her French was poor, preferring to speak in Danish, but the boy looked very French.

"Pourquoi êtes-vous ici?" The boy asked, but not rudely. He seemed actually curious.

"Laissez maintenant." Sarah advised once again.

The boy turned around to leave, then stopped. "Quel est votre nom?" He asked.

"Sarah." She replied quickly, shutting the door. Feeling her breath catch, she looked out the peephole.

The boy was leaving now, somewhat reluctantly. Sighing, she returned to the dress. It was coming along nicely. The lace spread over the sleeves and waist was a perfect addition. Pinning it, she hummed to herself.

Meanwhile, the Phantom was waiting. He had seen Sarah with the boy. It wasn't as though he loved Sarah. Christine had stolen that place in his shriveled heart. But he followed the boy anyway, for he knew the boy would tell, and someone would take his Seamstress away. He followed the boy through the dark alleys of Paris, until he came to a rather large house.

The boy entered, and Erik could hear a conversation through the windows.

"Je vous jure, il ya une fille là-bas! Quelqu'un lui vient de quitter, nous devons aider!"

"C'est ridicule."

"S'il vous plaît, père ..."

"Je vais appeler un orphelinat. Maintenant, allez et mettre des pantalons propres. Je trouve cela dégoûtant vous aller collecter de l'argent pour certains rat de rue."

Erik's fist tightened around the rope he held. He knew what he had to do.

Author's Note 1) Good morning. The opera is closed, it would be wise to leave now.

2) Why are you here, then?

3) Leave now.

4) What is your name?

5) It is true, there is a girl there! Someone left her there! We need to help her!

6) That is ridiculous.

7) Please, father.

8) I will call an orphanage. Now, go and change into some proper trousers. I find it disgusting you would collect money for some street rat.

Anyway, here is chapter nine! Sorry for no update yesterday, the school's computer was being rude to me. Last Friday before my school's show! Review!