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Part Two

Christine sat across from Raoul in the open carriage, making polite conversation as they rode along. Soon an awkward silence fell between the two of them and Christine's eyes wandered. She found them passing the former Opera Populaire and a tear escaped from between he eyelashes.

Raoul grasped her hand, snapping her to attention. "Are you all right, Christine?"

She put on a fake smile, "Yes, I'm fine, Raoul." She turned back to look at the opera house and could have sworn she had seen a dark figure dart behind one of the outside sculptures. She thought she heards a faint whisper, "Christine" it seemed to call. In reply she murmured, "That voice which calls to me and speaks my name."

"What was that?" Raoul questioned.

"Oh! Nothing, nothing, just my mind playing tricks on me."

Raoul gave her a skeptical look before turning the conversation in a different direction. Christine looked away again and knodded as Paoul spoke about their upcoming wedding. Still, she could hear the almost inaudible whisper of her name as they turned away from the opera house. Could it be my angel? Is the phantom still alive?

Okay it is really short but the next is a little longer!