Ivy here.

Christine was nice enough to lend me a dress, all the while asking me questions. I think she thought I was some kind of guardian angel or something. Why she'd want to deal with another supposed angel after the last one turned out to actually be a disfigured stalker, I don't exactly know.

"Do you know him?" she asked, after I'd gotten changed into the dark blue dress. "The Phantom, I mean."

"No. I've spoken with him, but I wouldn't say I know him." Well, less spoken with and more threatened him, but you get the point.

Christine was good enough to offer to let me stay at the Opera. I accepted the offer, and spent the night sleeping a chair outside her room.

I was awoken suddenly, in the middle of the night, by a floorboard creaking. I jumped up from the chair, blinking sleep from my eyes.

Raoul stood there, looking surprised. "Who are you?" he asked.

"Ivy," I said. Was that a weird name for this time period? Or this country? And while I was on that subject, how did one greet people properly in these days? I was pretty sure it wasn't with a handshake. "Miss Daae had said I could stay here for the night."

He smiled and introduced himself. "You're probably not the only one spending the night tonight."

He sat down on the stairs.

I sat back down in the chair and fell asleep almost immediately, which, for me, is unusual.

I woke up again to a tiny squeak as the door opened.

Christine slipped past me and Raoul, heading down the wooden stairs.

I considered my options. One, I could go back to sleep. Two, I could follow her. Three, I could make my way to the underground lake and see if I could convince Ariel to come back.

I discarded option one at once.

Option three came next. Ariel wouldn't listen to me if I managed to get in, and physical force wouldn't solve anything.

I went with option two, getting up quickly and following her down the stairs silently.

I followed Christine's carriage on foot, staying out of sight as best I could and shivering. My brilliant plan of following her hadn't taken the winter weather into account. Fortunately, my future self had been so good to leave another white box, this one with a long black cloak.

I followed her to the graveyard and watched her, wandering her around in the snow and singing. She eventually ended her song and knelt down in front of her father's tomb.

The Phantom began to sing. The doors of the tomb opened and the inside began to glow orange. Christine stood and began to walk toward it, because entering the glowing tomb and coming toward the guy you know is a murderous lunatic singing to you is a really good idea.

"No, Christine! Wait!"

A horse's hooves thudded against the ground. She turned to see Raoul jumping off the back of a white horse.

"Whatever you believe Christine, this man, this thing, is not your father," he said, heading toward the tomb.

The Phantom jumped down off the tomb, lashing out at Raoul with a sword.

I made a mental note to learn how to use a sword. It could come in handy in these sorts of situations. That and it's pretty cool, too.

Raoul knocked him over and raised his sword.

"No, Raoul! Not like this," said Christine.

They jumped onto the horse's back and galloped away.

I marched over to the Phantom and grabbed him by the front of the shirt, yanking him to his feet. "Where's Ariel?" I growled. "I'm not going to ask twice."

He hesitated.

"Answer my question!" I screamed. "You have some crazy kind of hold over her, and one way or another, that is going to end."

He shook his head, wrenched my hands off him, and darted away to behind a tall tombstone.

I reached the spot to find myself alone.