Not knowing how long she would be gone, Christine visited her mother's grave, with the flowers she had picked up from the market that day. The sun was setting and Christine enjoyed the walk in twilight. She knelt before her mother's grave and placed the flowers down.
"Mother, I am not sure how long I shall be away from you. I know that this trip to Paris is what is best for father, but I am frightened. Monsieur Giry and father will always be in the opera house with Meg and Monsieur Daroga will be with her and I fear I will be left alone in the city." She sighed, fearing the life that laid ahead of her.
Erik noticed Christine knelt by a grave and speaking softly on his walk home from the Daaé house.
"Please, Mamen. Things have improved with Monsieur Giry and I fear I could have been wrong about him. Please show me, in some way, if he is a kinder man than I once thought. His music has changed and when I heard him sing, it felt as if he was singing to me. Am I being foolish, Mamen? Could I ever deserve such genius?" Erik heard her pray to her mother. He felt his breath catch in his throat. This angel worried if she was good enough for his affections, he laughed as he continued walking. He touched his mask, wondering why Christine Daaé would ever waste a thought on this face.