Rebecca had fallen asleep and Erik gentle laid her on the ground. Her face was stained with tears and flustered. Erik covered her with a blanket he found himself in.
"Who are you?" he quietly asked her as she slept. The girl, who called herself Rebecca, had strange dress. She wore a short brown skirt that came to her knees, a white blouse and a brown jacket over the blouse. Her outfit could not be a costume for the stage; it was too plain and simple to be used as a costume.
Erik looked at Rebecca. A girl who helped him. A girl who healed him. Erik could not explain how it was done. He wanted to know how the girl healed him. He wanted to know what she meant by 'powers'. What were these 'powers' she spoke of? And why was she so upset when she told him about the 'powers'? Erik's head was spinning. There were so many questions that he wanted to ask her.
Erik stood up and looked around his lair. It was the same as it had been for years. He had no reason to change; he believed that he did not need to change. But today Erik himself had changed. He felt as though a heavy load was lifted off his body and that he was cleaned from his evil past.
He walked to the lake and thought back to that horrible night. The screams of people were still inside his head.
"Track down this murderer, he must be found!"
"Who is this monster, this murdering beast?"
Tears formed in Erik's eyes. The memory of that night was still too painful for him. So much had happen that night yet nothing changed for him. He was still lonely and a monster.
Erik's thoughts went to Christine. Even after all the years Erik in a way still loved her, but in his heart he knew that he could never make Christine truly happy. His tears felt hot against his face. Erik felt his tears rolling down his face. The tears no longer made Erik feel the presence of a mask on his face.
Erik looked down upon the water. There in the water Erik saw himself staring back. He still only half believed what he was seeing. Questions flooded his head. Question, which he himself could not fully answer. Erik began to walk around the lake to try to sort out his thoughts.
As Erik walked he felt as though an eternity had passed before he decided to go back to Rebecca. He felt so indebted to her; he did not know how he was to repay Rebecca for her deed.
Erik felt his foot hit something. He looked down and saw a carpetbag. The bag was open and some things were falling out. I never seen this before, it must belong to Rebecca. Erik picked up the bag and the things that fell out. Amongst Rebecca's things Erik notices several librettos. He picked one libretto up and opened it to the first page. On it someone had written a note:
Rebecca-
I found some of your favorite songs. I hope you'll have fun playing them! Happy Birthday!
-Jake
Erik flipped thought the pages of music. There were many different songs; some of which Erik were not familiar with. Each song had arrangements for several intruments and for vocal accompanists. The librettos were well used, by the marks and the notes that were inside the librettos Erik could tell that Rebecca loved music.
Erik gentle put Rebecca's things back into the bag. Erik thought it odd that everything fit so well inside the bag. It did not seem that the back could hold all that stuff inside the bag.
He slowly walked back to Rebecca, his thoughts still wondered back to that night. He found Rebecca awake, sitting up and staring into nothing. Her head jerk towards Erik when she heard his steps.
"You won't tell anyone will you?" Rebecca's eyes were bewildered as she softly spoke. "Please promise me that you will never tell anyone about what I can do...Please."
Erik looked at Rebecca, for a moment he was at a lost for words.
"I…" Erik wondered why it was so hard for him to speak. "I will tell no one." At that moment Rebecca's eyes were filled with relief.
"Thank you." Rebecca wondered what was going to do. I feel so lost right now. I'm not in my own time anymore, in my own country. I don't know anybody here except Erik! Why do I trust him so much? Thomas said he was a killer and here I am just sitting here! Rebecca brought her knees closer to her chest and laid her head down on them.
"I think this is yours." Erick placed the bag next to Rebecca. Rebecca glanced at the bag.
"Yes it is, thank you." Rebecca looked at Erik and felt sympathy for him. An outcast of society turned murder. She remembered what it was like for her when she was an outcast when she did not try to fit into the norm like everyone else. But unlike Erik she had friends to help her though her troubles. All Erik had was this Opera House and his music. Rebecca remembered what Mr. Harman told her on her first day at the agency.
"The whole point of this place is to help people in any kind of trouble. That means that you will sacrifice a lot and do whatever it take to help those people in trouble."
"Whatever it takes." Rebecca whispered.
"Beg your pardon?" Erik was a bit confused at her statement.
"Erik," Rebecca got up from the ground and stood in front of Erik. "I want to help you."
"You've done that already." Erik touched his face.
"I mean more than that. I know that you've never left the Opera House since you came here and have lived in darkness, using fear to have a sense of control in the opera. But you don't have to be confined to these walls, which you have made into your prison. I can help you move on." Rebecca looked at Erik.
"What are so saying?" Erik had an idea what she was saying but was not quite sure.
"I'm saying that I can help you start another way of living, a fresh start, a new life. A life where you don't keep to the darkness for protection."
"But Rebecca, I don't deserve that chance. Do you know what I have done in my past?"
"I know what you have done. But I am willing to look past that to help you." Rebecca held out her hand to Erik. "Please…take my hand and let me lead you from this cool, unfeeling darkness. Will you accept my hand?"