Five years had passed since the Opera House had caught fire. Christine and Raoul had married not long after and had lived happily in Paris with their son. Christine left the house one fine morning to buy some clothing for her constantly growing child.

She was about to enter a store when a familiar face passed her, on the way out. She stared after the woman, wondering if it could have possibly been who she thought it was. She approached the shopkeeper, and handed him a list of things that she needed to be made.

"Monsieur, that woman with the auburn hair that just left, do you know her?" Christine asked.

"Yes, that is Mme. Revenant. She is our best customer, aside from you countess." The man told her.

"Do you know what her maiden name is? I only ask because she looks like an old friend." Christine insisted.

"I do not know her maiden name, but her first name is Sara, and her husbands name is Erik. Apparently he's some sort of musical genius, but I have never met him myself." Christine fell into a shocked silence. "Countess, are you alright?"

Christine cleared her throat. "Yes, could I trouble you for their address?"

The shopkeeper gave her a strange look before reaching into a drawer and rifling through some papers. He wrote down the address and handed it to Christine, who quickly thanked him and left the store.

She was about to go to the address when she spotted Sara exit another store, and loop her arm through a man's that had just joined her. Christine could see the man's hat was pulled down low, and he kept his head bowed. She began to wonder if perhaps it was all just a coincidence that, maybe, the couple that she was now following happened to look like the one from her teens.

She knew that what she was doing was wrong. She had promised Raoul long ago that if she ever saw Sara or heard from her friend that she would leave things be. Raoul didn't want anymore trouble.

She followed them to a large house and began to doubt that it was really who she thought it was. But too many things were starting to make sense in her mind. After all, Revenant meant Ghost, and they would have been able to afford a large house since Erik had been receiving large sums of money from the past Opera House owners.

She waited to see them enter their household before walking up the long path to the front door. She knocked timidly, wondering what she could say to them. She looked down to smooth out her skirt, when she noticed a small package lying to the side of the door. Seizing the opportunity, she picked it up, and straightened just as the door opened.

"May I help you?" A young maid asked.

Christine nodded to her. "Yes, your mistress dropped this, and I wanted to return it to her." She said, showing her the package. "But I would prefer to give it to her myself."

The maid gave Christine and odd look. "Your name?"

"The Countess D'Chagny. I believe that she and I may know each other." Christine told her.

The maid nodded and stepped back for her to enter. "Wait here, I will get her."

The maid walked off and knocked on a door. "Enter."

The man's voice sent chills through Christine's body. She knew at once who it was. Sara appeared moments later, still using the same cane from their days at the Opera House. "Christine?"

Christine moved forward and embraced her friend. "Sara, you look marvellous!"

Sara pulled away, "Come, sit with me." Christine followed her friend to a sitting room. "It's been what, five years now?"

"Yes, it's been far to long."

Sara motioned to another maid, who curtsied and left the room. "How is Raoul? I have heard that you two are married and have a son."

Christine laughed. "Yes. I suppose marrying someone like Raoul gets you a lot of attention. Any little thing that we do makes the papers it seems."

Sara laughed gently. "Yes, I suppose that is right."

"And what about you?" Christine asked. "I know you are married, any children?"

"No children yet. I've been buying things for Meg; did you know that she has three daughters now?" Sara asked, trying to get away from the topic of her marriage.

"Yes I did know that." Christine said, laughing.

The maid returned with some tea, making the two women fall silent. "Will the master be taking tea with you?"

"Yes." Erik said, appearing in the doorway.

Christine turned and was shocked to see him in the doorway. He was once again wearing the old white mask. And the girl quickly left the room.

"Christine." He said simply, before sitting beside his wife.

"Did you wash off your make up?" Sara asked as he took her hand.

Erik noticed the confused look on Christine's face. "It's easier to go out in public."

"What about your servants?" Christine asked.

"Pay them enough and they will ignore anything." Sara said, sadly.

Erik kissed the side of Sara's head, which made Christine smile. They fell into a comfortable silence, speaking of the weather, Christine's child, and all the polite things that were required of them. When they were finished, Christine stood and allowed them to show her out.

"Please, if you speak to Raoul, don't mention this to him."

Sara and Erik nodded as Christine left the house. "Well that was odd." Sara said, turning to her husband.

Erik laughed and wrapped his arms around her. "I love you." He said, kissing her softly.

Sara sighed. "Are you glad you have me and not Christine?" She teased.

Their laughter floated through the door to Christine, who felt a strange sadness that she was not in Sara's position. She was incredibly happy with Raoul, and when they had first left the Opera House she couldn't have been happier that she had chosen him.

But often she found herself thinking back to the kiss that she had given Erik, and had wondered if she could have been happy. Raoul had convinced her that Erik would have been controlling, but after seeing him with Sara, she saw that he had changed.

She returned home and walked to her room to change. "You were gone for quite a while."

Christine turned to look at Raoul. "Oh, yes I stopped to see Mme. Giry." She said.

Raoul said nothing and turned to leave. Christine was now determined to stay in contact with Sara and Erik, but had to figure out away to do it in secret.

She wrote Sara and the two of them quickly hatched a plan to keep in touch. Christine continued to visit her friend, and write letters keeping Raoul in the dark, knowing that it would upset him. When she was dying, she asked him to try to find the Music Box she had seen in the Phantoms lair, and finally told him that she had been seeing him and Sara for years. When she died, Raoul quickly found the address and wrote them, but received no reply, and didn't see them at the funeral. He found himself believing that perhaps he was the only one left from the incidents at the opera house.