Fleeing the Opera house was no problem for Erik as he had lived there most of his life. However with the Little Giry weighing him down and preventing him from jumping flights of stairs it was much more time consuming. He did however run rather quickly, and almost dropped her thrice. He noticed upon looking at her that she was dressed rather oddly.
Earlier- Meg was extremely relieved to be rid of the tight costume she wore for Don Juan Triumphant. This Phantom and his Opera. She thought as she unlaced her corset. Her feet were throbbing as she padded barefoot across the floor of the ballet dressing room. It was only when she had reached her cubicle that she noticed her clothes were missing. Little Jammes, I'll kill her. Little Jammes was always playing nasty tricks on Meg because of Meg's friendship with Christine. I'm Little Jammes and I want to be best friends with the star because it will make me look good. Meg thought in a mimicking tone. Looking around she saw a pair of trousers and a white fluffy shirt in one of the male dancers cubicles. She grabbed them and pulled them on. With surprise she noticed that they fit her. Well, one might add. –End.
The little figure in his arms was in a man's outfit. Trousers and a white ruffled shirt adorned her lean dancer's body. Noting the fine quality of the fabric he noticed that they were his. I probably dropped them on the way from the costume area when I changed. He mused. However he decided to let her keep them. They looked cute on her. They would have looked better on Christine but beggars can't be choosers. At the mere thought of her name his whole body flooded with rage, hurt, and pure, unbridled emotion. He loved her and she left him.
Finally he reached the street and wrapped his cloak around them both. He approached a carriage and got in not knowing where they were headed. The driver started off not noticing that Erik was not his intended passenger and drove them all the way to the outskirts of Paris. Erik handed the man 5 francs for his silence and walked off, the unconscious Giry still in his arms. He was halfway to the inn when she began to stir. However instead of screaming, demanding to get down, and running away, she merely looked up at him smiled and said, "I think I can walk the rest of the way."
"Do you swear you will not flee me?" He asked her his voice laced with suspicion.
"Yes of course. If I had wanted to flee you I would have done so when I woke up. But A. I do not wish to. And B. You do not wish me to." She replied softly. He then set her down on the ground and allowed her to walk beside him the rest of the way to the inn. He asked her to go in and request two rooms. She did so without a thought. She then took him by the arm, since the façade was that he was her father, and led him in through the front door. Neither of them noticed if anyone stared as they walked down the hallway to their assigned rooms. Before Erik entered his room and had a chance to shut her out, Meg grabbed him by the arm. "Thank you," She said. "For not leaving me there when you had the chance. Goodnight, O.G." With that said she slipped into her room and him into his.
That night he lay awake for quite some time thinking about her thank you. Had she just done it out of pity? Like Christine's kiss? Of course, that was the reason. She couldn't have been genuine. To anyone else perhaps, but to him? Never.
What he did not know however was that right at that moment Meg was thinking something along the same lines. I hope he does not think that I did that out of pity. I really meant that. He could have left me there. Particularly since fear of him was why I fainted in the first place. I will be sure to ask him in the morning if he thought I pitied him.
Then both closed their eyes for a night of very restless sleep.