Yeah, hi. I'm bored and somewhat inspired. See, I'm sitting in my room with no other light besides computer light and my candles. And I'm listening to my Phantom of the Opera soundtrack. Inspiration! Shit, I just realized I'm out of water. BRB! Okay, I'm back. I bet you missed me. I know I missed you. Okay, back on topic. I do not own the Phantom of the Opera or the charcters, except for Gustave and Dante! They are creatures of my mind...holy hell, that's scary. I'm only slightly crazy. No I'm not. Yes I am.

The journey back up was somber. The boys were trying to play a guilt trip so we'd go back, which was actually quite adorable. Finally, Erik opened the mirror and I was back in my dressing room. I kissed his cheek and took the boys hands so they could say good-bye to Meg. This caused quite a ruckus, especially by Gustave. "Mama, I don't want togo with you! All of the ladies out there will pinch our cheeks and kiss us and we'll be covered in their smelly old lipstick! We want to go with Papa! Please, Mama! Don't tortue us!" I looked at Erik who was quietly chucking. He looked at me and nodded and I sighed.

"Gustave, Dante, if you want to go with Papa you can. It should not take me too long in here." I started out, but little Dante ran up and grabbed my hand.

"I want to go with you, Mama. Can I? Please?" I nodded and picked the little man up.

"Oh, you are getting too heavy for Mama. If you get any bigger, I'm not going to be able to carry you." I walked out into my dressing room and Dante and I waved once more to Erik and Gustave, then left the room. I didn't get more than five steps out when Madame Giry grabbed me and pulled me into a corner.

"Where is Meg? She never came home last night."

My heart dropped. "I haven't seen her since last night. She helped me change out of my costume then went to change out of hers."

Madam Giry had a look of panic on her face. "This is so unlike Meg. She went out with a few of the girls after the show last night, but she left hours before they did. Oh, Meg, where could you be?"

Then, much to my suprise, I heard a small voice behind me. "I'm right here, Mama." I turned and looked to see Meg standing there. At least, it looked like Meg. She looked worn out. Her make-up was smudged and her hair was a mess. "Um, Mama...could we talk...in private?" Madame Giry sighed and took Meg by the shoulder. I followed until they entered a vacant room, then I sat outside of the room playing little games with Dante. At first, I could hear Madame Giry scolding Meg, but then I heard sobbing, then silence.

When I finally heard the door open, I quickly stook up, taking Dante in my arms. "Can I see her?"

Madame Giry shook her head. "No, Christine, she will see no one."

"What...what happened to her? Is she okay?"

Madame Giry sighed. "She didn't tell me everything, but what she did tell me is too horrible to repeat, and I promised her that I would remain silent and let her explain everything in due time." Horrible things ran through my mind. What had happened to her? I wanted to know terribly, but at the same time, I didn't. All I could do was nod.

"Well...please tell her that I was here. And make sure she knows that ANY time she wants or needs to talk, my doors are always open to her, and you as well." Madame Giry nodded and patted Dante on the head.

"You are a good friend to her, Christine. She is lucky to have you." Upon hearing this, I swallowed hard, trying not to cry. I nodded once more, then turned and walked out.

"Mama, what's wrong. You look sad. And what's wrong with Aunty Meg? I didn't get to see her!"

I inhaled deeply. "Aunty Meg isn't feeling well, darling. And I'm sad because I didn't get to see her, as well. Hopefully she will be well enough to come visit us soon." Dante nodded intently, then wrapped his little arms around my neck.

"Don't be sad, Mama. If she's sick, then you don't want to be around her because then you will get sick, then I'll get sick and Gustave will get sick and Papa will get sick." I laughed at his reasoning and I tousled his hair.

When we walked outside, Erik was sitting inside the carriage looking at his pocket watch. Gustave was slumped next to him, sleeping. "Christine, what took so long? Is everything okay?" I handed Dante to him, and he settled him in. I shook my head and quietly whispered, "No, Erik. Everything is not okay. I'll explain what I know later."

gasp What happened to Meg? And when will I update next? I think in a few minutes! I can't leave you hanging here! I can't leave myself hanging here! R&R this chapter, please!