Hours later Christine wakes up to a familiar music. Her music box, the one her father said came from her angel, was beside the bed in which she slept. It played to her as it did every morning, and Christine realized that it was the next day. Her eyes wondered to the setting and she vaguely recalled the events that led her there.

The music box stopped playing and it was replaced by the sound of another instrument. Christine leaves the bed and wanders toward the music. She finds a man, the Phantom, her angel, playing the organ. Christine's eyes travel the length of his body and try to concentrate on his face. She wonders who the man is, whose face hides behind the mask?

Feeling her eyes on him Erik turns to face her. Surprisingly, she smiles at him and he smiles back.

"Where am I?" she asks.

"You are still home." He responds turning back to his music.

She frowns completely baffled by his answer.

"Why did you bring me here?"

"You came out of your own will." He answers not bothering to face her.

"Is this were you live?" she asks.

"Yes." He simply says, writing down a note in a paper in front of him.

"Who are you?" Christine says with an inquisitive tone.

Erik turns to face her and very seriously says.

"Like Gustave, You ask too many questions."

Christine starts to walk to him.

"You knew my father?"

"Yes Christine, I knew your father." Erik returns to his music, but smiles to himself.

There was a possibility that Gustave had been right, that his child could take Erik into her heart without being revolted by his face. She was acting quite calm around him.

"You must tell me your name?" she says next to him.

Erik turns to her; Christine sets her eyes on his mask but shows no signs of disgust or fear on her face. He looks into her eyes and says.

"You already know who I am."

The girl lifts her hand and rests it on his bare cheek. She caresses him lightly and lovingly. Erik basks in the warmth of her touch, and the silk of her hand. He closes his eyes to better enjoy the pleasure, but as he does, the old preoccupations about the legitimately of his feelings strike him. He pulls away from her and in doing so she loses her balance and falls to the ground. Erik has walked a great distance between them. He looks at her with traces of various emotions in him. Without saying anything else he left.

Conscious at last that she is alone and in a strange place, Christine sobs uncontrollably. She embraces her body and cries as when she was a child. Desperate for consolation she asks her angel to come back. Agonizing minutes past by.

Erik can hear the resonance of her cries as he walks away from her. Instead of diminishing they grown louder with each step he takes, but he cannot go back. Christine's presence next to him was enough to make his heart beat abnormally. Her touch had been too much to tolerate, it made him yearn for many more things from her. He could not risk going back. Yet she called to him not knowing what harm he was doing him.

Erik cursed his disadvantage against her tears and turned back toward the lair.

Christine was still crying when she saw his figure approaching. She straighten herself, wiped the tears from her face and swallow to find her voice.

"You've come back!" She screamed to him happily.

"You called me." He serenely responded.

Christine stood up; Erik was not very far away now. She smiled at him and ran into his arms. At first he did nothing, he was too stunned to react, but only for a moment. Soon he was embracing her back, and they stayed like that for a few precious seconds. Slowly Christine parted from him and this time it was she who offered her hand to him.

Erik obeyed her gesture and let her lead him to his bed where she sat on the edge and motioned for him to do the same. He did.

Christine lost concentration for an instant and searched the room for what was to come next. With a sudden jolt of courage she turned to Erik and presented him her lips, ready to be kissed. Erik's eyes widened and he smiled at her silly but delightful action. Gradually he moved closer to her and kissed her lips tenderly. She was sweet in his mouth, but fire in his heart.

The desire of a man for a woman, one that Erik had believed to have satisfied in his days in India, returned to him savagely raging through his body, clouding his mind of all rational thought.

Unwillingly, Christine stopped kissing him when he gently held her at arms length by the shoulders. His eyes were darker but vibrant; his chest rose and dropped as if he was breathless.

"This isn't right." He said.

Christine didn't know what to answer. How could something that felt so good not be right? Where would this painful desire find its home?

"Come," he said as he stood from the bed. "we must return. Those two fools who run my theatre will be missing you."

With a heavy heart Christine followed him.

"Wait!" she exclaimed stopping before entering the boat. "I promise I'll just ask one more question."

Erik did not have the will to fight her so he agreed.

"What is your name?"

This time he did not hold her gaze for he feared he would not have the strength to reject her lips again.

"Erik." He said. "My name is Erik."

Erik, Christine repeated in her mind.