'Who has sent this?' Raoul thought, not wanting to think the Phantom has returned. He walked into the living room and sat on the pale blue love seat with the matching silk pillows. He put the letter on the coffee table, and let it sit there with blood still wet on the paper. He grabbed his handkerchief and wiped his hands free of the blood. He picked up the silk pillow after his hands were clean and stared at the lovely flower patterns. So soft, and lovely they were, reminding him of the times where he and his Little Lotte would sit in the attic with her father not present, telling more wicked stories of the north, and eating sweet apple pie.

"Raoul, are you well?" Christine walked in, the living room, looking at her child hood sweetheart, husband to be on the love seat, pale as the wispily running clouds in a delicate summers sky.

"Christine, whatever you do, please don't go into the kitchen. Please!" Raoul looked at her longing, not wanting her to see what horrors were committed in the kitchen.

Christine, curious, and not knowing what was going on in her lovers mind, walked slowly into the kitchen.

"CHRISTINE! NOOO!" Raoul shot up and ran after her but, too late. She saw, screamed and fainted on the pale blue carpet.

"Oh my darling Christine, I told you no." Raoul bent down, and picked her up, and placed her on the love seat.

He left back to the kitchen, and started to clean up the mess. In the kitchen, was Carlotta's dog, tacked up on a wall, with his blood dripping down into their sink, staining the already crimson walls. On the table sat parchment, everywhere, with an ink pen dripping what looked like blood.

'That's where the note came from…' Raoul thought to himself.

Carlotta was sitting there, at the kitchen table, her eyes torn from her face, and bleeding heavily. She had a fork and knife in her hands, with the dog's head so neatly placed on a plate, and a butcher knife sticking through her heart. Atop her ear sat a rose, with a crimson ribbon, and a black one underneath it.

"Oh God, what have you DONE?" Raoul shouted, and slammed his hand the table.

The dog's head rolled slowly off the table, and landed at his feet, staring up at him pleadingly.

"Oh, this is sick," He said under his breathe, kicking the dog's head and watched it roll out the door.