Christine opened her eyes to see if "her angel" was there and if it had stopped snowing. But when she opened her eyes she found that she was in a room and was also in a bed. She was heavily wrapped in blankets and could hardly move. She lifted her head a little to see where exactly she was. Where was the phantom, but more importantly where was she? She noticed that she had a break of cold sweat and was shaking. She thought to herself wondering how she could have gotten from her father's grave to this room. She looked over to her right and saw someone sitting in a chair right next to her. She hoped it was the phantom because she couldn't see with all the blankets covering her. She weakly called "Angel...coughcough...are you there" The person in the chair stirred and looked up and moved towards her. It was Meg"Meg is that you" Christine asked ailing. Meg smiled and walked towards Christine." You are finally awake, my dear friend." Meg put a hand on Christine's forehead and shivered. " You have a very high fever! What did you think lying around in the middle of the night while it was snowing! I bet the phantom put you there to die" Meg started to cry and hugged her friend. "MEG! That man would do nothing to ever harm me" Christine said sullen. Christine also began to cry and placed her head on Meg's shoulder. Both girls were weeping together about all the traumatic things that had taken place. " Meg" Christine asked " What happened to the Opera Populaire" Meg gave a lugubrious sigh. " It is demolished Christine, it would be impassable to rebuild it. Mother and I are renting this room until we find a house or another Opera House to live in." Christine looked down from her friends sad eyes feeling guilty. She knew that half of the reason that Madame Giry and Meg didn't have a home or future career was because of her and the phantom. Christine gave a great sigh just thinking of the man she loved. She loved Meg dearly but she wished that it was him who was by her side now instead of her. " Meg how'd I get here" Christine questioned. Meg squinted her eyes and scrunched her nose thinking. " I don't know. Mother brought you in and told me to immediately you in bed. She looked like she had seen a ghost." Meg answered, questioningly. " Is that all your mother said" Christine asked. Meg looked at Christine perturbed and nodded. " Sorry Christine, mother has been awfully busy. With the opera burned down and everything she is very stressed." Christine nodded and thought to herself. " Why would he just leave me there? DID SOMETHING HAPPEN TO HIM? Did he bring me here" Christine began to upset herself and turned the other way, away from Meg. " Meg I'm glad to see you are okay but I'm awfully tired." Christine sighed. " I understand my friend, just get some rest." Meg said as she kissed her friend on the top of her head. Christine fatiguely answered " Thank you." and closed her eyes.

Christine woke up again by a bright light that seep through the window. She must have slept for a day for she remember that when she woke up last time it was also in the mourning. There were last blankets on her and she was able to move. She felt a lot better and she even rose herself out of bed. The room was tiny and was similar to a small motel room. There were other doors which she figured were Meg's and Madame Giry's rooms. Christine sat on the edge of her bed as she began to stretch her tight muscles. She yawned and began to rise from her bed. She was dreadfully fluctuant and found it hard to stand. She began to walk towards the closest door when it suddenly opened. Madame Giry was standing in the door way. Her face was awfully pale and she looked like she hadn't had sleep in days. This scared Christine because the Madam Giry she knew was always full of positive energy. She smiled at Christine and said " I'm glad to see you are doing a lot better, but first things first" Madame Giry put her hand in her pocket and was serching for something. When she found what she was looking for she quickly pulled it out and handed it to Christine smiling. Christine took the letter and opened it. She quickly read through the letter to see whom it was from.

Dear Christine,

I'm sorry for leaving you that night. It killed me to have to leave you so soon. I sent Madame Giry for you. I had planned on returning myself but I ran into a little bit of trouble along the way. I know she is like a mother to you, so I trust she will protect you. I promise to return to you when I am able. I hope you are feeling better, I've been watching you sleep when it has been safe to. I was hoping to talk to you but decided not to disturb your slumber. Again I'm depressant for leaving you alone that cold night. I hope someday you will be able to forgive me. I love you and I hope you feel the same. If anything happens write to me as soon as possible and give the letter to Mde. Giry, she will know what to do. I'm not sure if you know but her and I have a history together and I still owe her for her kindness. I love you, Your angel

Christine read the letter over and over again making sure she wasn't dreaming. There haven't been a minute where she didn't think of him and she really was worried about him. What was the trouble he had run into and was he okay? Christine started to worry again as a new weight was lifted to her heart. She suddenly began to cry and sank to the floor on her knees. Her hands covered her face as she began to wept. Mde. giry kneeled down towards her and put a hand on her shoulder. " My dear, I wouldn't worry. He is a genius and will not let anything happen to you or him. He loves you and will always love you. I've notice this since the day I've brought you to the opera. My dear, you need your rest you have been through a lot." Mde. Giry held her in her arms rocking her back and forth. Christine still cried but felt more comfortable in her " adopted" mother 's arms. But this was interrupted when the a door burst open. Mde. Giry turned and looked at the man who was at the door. " Why are you here" was all she said.