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Chapter 6 – What Tomorrow May Bring

The room was silent as Gabriella opened the door. She found no one on the bed.

"Anna?"

A figured by the window turned and smiled at her.

"Good morning, Gabriella."

Gabriella smiled widely and rushed over to her friend. Noticing the bandage, she put her hand lightly to Angelina's head.

"Does it hurt?"

"A mild throbbing. Nothing to worry about."

"You had the entire company worried about you. When Madam Giry sent away the doctor…"

Gabriella noticed the confused look on Angelina's face.

"You didn't know?"

"She sent the doctor away?"

"As soon as he arrived. She claimed he was not needed. We all told her she was wrong but she still sent him away."

Turning back to the window, Angelina's breathing became heavy. Gabriella continued the news.

"Madam Giry sat by your side until sundown. We had all asked about your condition and we were told that you had a fever and were having nightmares."

"I was."

"But you're fine now! That's all that matters."

"I…"

Gabriella noticed the distress on her friend's face. Angelina's hands quickly grabbed hers and her eyes pierced hers.

"There was someone with me last night."

"That's not possible. Madam Giry wasn't here."

"I heard him singing."

"Singing?" Gabriella laughed. "And a man none the less. You know Madam Giry would never allow a man in your room. It must have been the fever and delusions in your dreams. There was no one in here with you last night."

"You're wrong, Gabriella. I know he was here. He sang to me just before all there was…was music."

"You're speaking like a mad woman, Anna. There was no one here with you."

Angelina hung her head. I know I'm not delusional. I didn't dream him. I felt him. I felt his touch and it calmed me, made me feel at peace.

"I'm not crazy."

"It was your dreams, Anna. The fever must have done something to you. All you heard was this man in your dream."

"But, Gabriella…"

"Anna, I would not lie to you. You know this. I am your best friend. No one was here with you."

Angelina looked at Gabriella and finally nodded her head. "You are right. There was no one here."

"You are awake."

Both girls looked toward the door and saw Meg standing there. Angelina smiled.

"I am, Madam. Thank you for taking care of me last night."

"The bleeding has stopped?"

"Yes. And the bandage is holding up."

"Gabriella, can you leave us for a few moments?"

"Of course, Madam." And with that, Gabriella gave Angelina one last smile before leaving the room.

Closing the door behind Gabriella, Meg finally turned to Angelina. "Are you sure you are alright?"

"My head is throbbing but I am fine otherwise."

Meg slowly nodded her head. "I am glad you are well. Brigitte is still not happy about what happened. But you saved her life yesterday. I am proud of you. I sent word to your parents about the incident. I should hear back from them today."

Meg noticed the worried look on Angelina's face. Could she know? Could she know he was in here?

"Madam, Gabriella told me that I had a terrible fever last night and you sent away the doctor."

"I did."

"I heard a man's voice last night…"

She knows.

"He sang to me. He made me feel…at peace. As if nothing could touch me. The pain disappeared as did my nightmares."

She stepped toward Meg and looked at her, pleading.

"Please tell me I did not dream him."

"Anna…"

"I have only heard a voice like his, once. It was when I was a child. I would have nightmares, constantly. Then I would hear this voice, surrounding me. All of my nightmares would disappear and serenity would fill my mind."

Meg quickly sat Angelina down on the bed. The thoughts filling Meg's mind were many. If Christine ever found out…

"It was the same voice, Madam. Please, tell me it was real. Tell me he was in my room last night."

Meg's mind could not stop reeling. She had hoped against hope that he would not speak or sing to her. His presence was merely enough to make a difference. He had sung to her. Nightmare turned to reality. Everything was crumbling before her. Nothing would stop either of them now. He had entered her mind, long before Paris.

She had to set things right. "It was only a dream." Lies. Nothing but lies to a child. But to save her life, she would lie a million times over. To save her from this…phantom, she would sacrifice everything.

"A dream?"

"Nothing more then a dream, Anna. Your fever only broke this morning. It must have haunted your dreams."

"But it was not haunting. It was…peaceful."

Angelina's hands trembled and Meg stilled them. Tears began to form in Angelina's eyes.

"Do not cry, Anna. If it was a peaceful dream, then it will come again. But it was nothing more then that. It was a dream."

Standing, Meg looked down upon Angelina. She raised her chin to look up at her. "I will let you rest for today. You need to have your strength if you are to lead this company. Carmen must go on and we need its star dancer. Rest, Anna. Dream all day if you must. But you must regain your strength."

"Yes, Madam."

Meg left her, contemplating if she had done the right thing. I have just lied to my best friend's daughter. But she would think it was right. I am saving Angelina from a life that is not meant to be. Damn him for doing this. Damn him!

Hour after hour. All she did was think as the seconds, minutes, hours, passed by. His voice consumed her mind.

I heard it. I know I did. It wasn't a dream. They're both wrong. I know it wasn't a dream.

A chill ran down her spine, causing her to turn toward the mirror. A cast of light illuminated the floor in front of her. Angelina looked around the room, trying to find the source of it but found it to be a crack in the mirror.

Odd…

Angelina slowly approached the mirror and saw more light behind it. Sliding the mirror aside, shocking her, a beautiful sight laid before her. Candle light illuminated the entire corridor. Lit candles were being held by beautiful candle operas. The corridor seemed endless as did the glow.

As if in a trance, Angelina stepped into the corridor, led by instinct alone. She continued to look around her as she continued down the corridor.

A large staircase loomed in front of her as she approached the end of the corridor. The glow from candle light did not end. It continued down the winding staircase.

Just as Angelina was about to step down, her head began to spin. She put her hand to her forehead and redrew her hand with blood on it.

"Blood…?"

The lightheadedness did not stop. Finding nowhere to brace herself, Angelina fell into the darkness of her mind.