Hey. I had every intention on updating again last night, but I ended up sitting in the bathroom holding my drunk brother's hand for TWO HOURS while he puked. It wasn't fun. But anyway, I'm just reminding you that I don't own POTO...and I can't think of anything corny to add to that. Might I add, this is, once again, from Christine's POV.

The days passed slowly, but gradually turned into weeks. The next thing I knew, it had been month since I had seen Erik. I was lonesome for Erik and Meg and Madame Giry. I fell into a deep depression and felt no reason to get out of bed in the morning.

Very early one morning, just as the sun was rising, Raoul woke me by rudely banging on the door, then barging in. "Get out of bed. I have arranged for you to meet with Meg for a VERY short time today."

I leaped out of bed and started to get ready, but I suddenly felt sick. I sat down for a moment until the feeling pass, but, unfortunately, it didn't pass until after I vomited. It took me a few minutes to regain my strength, then I finished getting ready.

Before I left the room, I quickly found a small piece of paper and wrote something down. Then I hurried out of the room met Raoul at the door.

"I'm ready to go." In his usual pushy manner, he grabbed my arm and dragged me to the carriage and threw me in. But nothing could ruin my mood. I sat staring out of the window and humming quietly to myself. After an hour, I was getting impatient. "Are we almost there?"

"Have some patience. You're lucky I'm even allowing this."

I rolled my eyes and started to nervously tap my fingers. At last, the carriage stopped in the middle of the woods. I tore the door opened and looked around. Just then, I saw another carriage pull up and a very shaken looken Meg exit.

"MEG!" I ran up and hugged her.

"Oh Christine...I didn't know where they were taking me! I was walking down the street in Paris, and these two men came up to me and grabbed me and blindfolded me. I was terrified."

"Meg, tell me, how is Erik. Oh, I miss him so much."

She sighed and took my hands. "Christine, he is a mess. He doesn't eat, he doesn't sleep...he tried for weeks to find you, but it was impossible. He is so lonesome. He hasn't created any new music since..."

I nodded and bit my lower lip. I was terribly worried about him. Meg started to say something, but she was interrupted by Raoul.

"Christine, it's time to go. Say good-bye."

I sighed. "Meg, I'm so sorry. I...I have to go...please give Erik my love." We hugged once more and then I walked away. Little to Raoul's knowledge, but before I left, I discreetly slipped asmall note in Meg's hand. This was the note that I had written before I left. This note had Raoul's address written on it.

Sort of short. I'm updating more tonight, though. R&R.