Authors note: I don't own the story or characters from the phantom of the opera, that's owned by whoever it's owned by, the only character that's mine is Elizabeth, which I'm not honestly sure about because she's related to Joseph…oh well-enjoy!

Elizabeth ran straight towards a dark forest, her feet aching from stepping on sharp stones through her thin shoes. Elizabeth hadn't seen the river from far away, and she nearly ran straight into it, but she luckily saw it before it was too late.

Elizabeth looked around to find that there was no way of getting across except for wading through the icy waters. This wasn't a good idea to cross a cold river in February, but it was her only choice if she was to keep a low profile.

She decided to take to the water as quick as possible, so she could find somewhere to start a small fire to warm her up. Elizabeth stepped into the freezing water, and the shock of the cold slowed her, but she moved quickly, eager to reach the other side.

When Elizabeth reached the opposite side of the river, she scrambled out of the water, shivering her toes off. She ran to an odd shaped tree that seemed to shelter the things around it well, so she gathered some dry leaves and twigs to start a small fire. Elizabeth took out one match from inside her dress pocket and set alight the leaves.

The light from the fire warmed her up a lot and she looked around, wondering where she was…

Then she realised where she was-the forest round the back of the opera house. But the opera house didn't look normal, it had a layer of soot on the outside walls and it smelt of smoke. Elizabeth suddenly realised what happened and burst into tears, in fear of her brother being lost in the blaze.

After a few minutes she tried to comfort herself, and she suddenly remembered something she had been told when she was very young…

"Sing away your sorrows and you will see the light"

Her mother had told her that on her deathbed, and she sang a song to her, before closing her eyes and parting from her forever.

Elizabeth remembered that song and began to sing her heart out, attracting a certain person from the depths of the opera house…

"Christine! Christine is that you? Have you returned to your angel at last?" A voice whispered, though it seemed to be getting closer…

A had suddenly grasped her shoulder and turned her around…the masked face looked at her, disappointed.

"Come with me"