He stood over the young woman. She huddled on the cold ground next to the unconscious body of the old man who had attacked her. Wiping the stream of tears away from her cheeks, she looked around with fear and confusion etched onto her face.

"Who's there?" She asked, staring up at him, but he could tell by her pale blue cloudy eyes she could not see him. This knowledge made a rage grow inside him. It took all his strength not the pick up another rock and crush the mans skull.

"Who's there?" She asked again. This time she tried to rise, but her feet were wrapped in her flowing skirts. Against his will, he reached down and pulled her to her feet. Her hands and all seeing fingers slid along his sleeve. He stiffened at this intimate contact, but did not still her movements. The story of the Opera Populaire Phantom were everywhere, and if anyone found out his identity, all would be lost.

"Will you please speak to me?" The sound of her pleading voice made him want to reach out and wrap warm arms around her cold shoulders, instead he roughly removed her hand from his arm and walked away.

"Wait…don't…please come back," she called after him. As soon as he was completely covered in shadows, he turned back to watch as two young ushers ran toward her. They lifted the old man and carried his gaunt body inside. She followed close behind them. Her now free blond hair whipping around her face and dancing in the wind. He could sense her ears searching, trying to pick up any sign of him.

Inside his head, two voices argued. One told him that he was right in helping the poor girl; the other said he was fooling for almost revealing himself, for no other reason then to save a blind woman from rape.

It is what Christine would have wanted you to do. He defended.

Yes, she would have, but Christine is not here is she? She and that fop Raoul are happily married by now.

He shivered as the cold wind rose. He turned and slipped silently through the back door of the opera house. He would forget the girl and go back to his completely solitary life.