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Christine was getting more and more worried by the day. After she came home from the hospital with Andrew, Raoul had been excited. They had played with him together after he got home, read him books, and fed him, each taking turns. However after about a month, Raoul started coming home later and later. He also started not helping her when the baby woke up screaming at three in the morning, claiming that he had to go to work in the morning, while Christine just got to stay home.

As of late, Christine was constantly found in a distracted state. Everyone knew it was because taking care of a baby was hard work. Yet it almost seemed as if she was worried about the baby, and always kept it close at all times. Christine seemed distant and far away. She didn't talk much to anyone especially since Meg had gotten a more prominent role in the new production of 'Carmen,' and had only seen Christine right after the baby was born, due to many more rehearsals now necessary.

Nevertheless, Christine played and read all day with Andrew, and fed him all night. The lack of sleep was taking its toll on her. She looked like an apparition, with her deadly pale face, and prominent dark circles around her eyes. She had been neglecting brushing her hair, as it took a long time, being both thick and curly, and was interrupted so much by Andrew, that it was pointless to even begin to start brushing it. She was thinning out, due to stress. As run down she became, however, there was no doubt she was still one of the prettiest girls in France, just going through a hard time.

She put the baby down for bed one rainy night, with some exasperation, as she knew it wouldn't fall asleep for two hours, and then wake up yelling for more food after one hour of sleep. She didn't know how it kept screaming after only one hour of rest, she had just as much, and was ready to just drop, no matter how hungry she was. She gave it a wry smile, kissed it on the forehead and left shutting the door quietly behind her.

She headed up to bed and lay down, on her pillow and was blissfully shutting her eyes, when she heard Raoul calling her name.

"Can't it wait till morning?" Christine moaned dejectedly.

"No. Come down now."

Raoul's voice had an edge to it that woke her up immediately. She struggled from bed, rubbing her eyes and trying to get her fingers halfway down her thick, knotted hair. She gave up on the attempt.

"Yes?" Said Christine with her voice betraying her annoyance. Raoul was swaying on the spot slightly, and Christine detected a whiff of alcohol on his breath, but he was not drunk.

"This has gone far enough." He started

Christine became drenched with a cold sweat.

"That child's eyes are unlike anything I have ever seen except once. It makes no sense. My eyes are blue, and yours are too. Our parents had blue and brown eyes. No one has ever had deep green eyes with flecks of gold." His voice rose to a loud accusing tone. "In fact I have never met anyone with such eyes until last year." He paused and said with a deadly whisper "When I saw the Opera Ghost."

"You have had an affair with him haven't you? You didn't love me then, when he was your teacher, that's why he knew he could keep taking you away to his home. Were you in cahoots with him during Don Juan Triumph? Did you want me dead as well?"

His voice became cold and mocking "And is this also why you insist upon seeing Miss Giry, instead of dropping all connections with the past? So you could stay in touch with your amante, your lover?."

I am not the father of this child, am I? I will not bear the disgrace of having either of you in my house! Dare you deny this?"

There was a moment of silence between them.

"Get out! Get out! I will have nothing to do with you! Live on the streets, I don't care. I hope both of you die!" He roared.

Christine ran to the nursery, wrapped Andrew in a blanket and ran out the door, with her cape still in her hand. A few steps away from the house she set Andrew down, and put on her cape, fumbling over the fastening with her shaking fingers.

She picked Andrew back up and began walking again. Then the tears poured out. Her whole body shook, as she tried to stifle the cries rising in her throat. She couldn't make a scene, she wouldn't know what to tell anyone who found her roaming the streets with a baby around midnight, and no particular destination.

Like a stray cat, she walked and walked, not knowing where she was going. She even looked the part of a stray cat with her mangy hair, and dispirited stride. She realized where her feet were taking her after about ten minutes of walking. She didn't have the will to fight it, and knew there wasn't much else to do. As the Opera Populair came into sight, against the purple horizon, Andrew woke and smiled. Then turned over in her arms and continued sleeping.

She walked into the place where the workers are housed, and found the Giry's small apartment inside the Opera House. She knocked on the door a few times and stood there shaking. The door opened revealing Meg's angel-like head and halo of golden hair, rubbing sleep from her eyes.

"Christine?" she said in a shocked tone of voice, opening the door all the way. "Christine? What's wrong? Christine dear?"

Christine could do nothing but sob and shake, still clutching her baby.

Madame Giry came to the door, and pried the baby out of Christine's shaking hands. "Come in, child and get some rest. We will take care of the baby. Come on in."

Meg led Christine, into the apartment. Nothing seemed to phase her, as if she was in a trance. They led her to a bed and laid her down in her clothes and cape. She fell asleep within moments.

Meg realized the door was still open. As she went to close it she thought she saw the shadow of a man walk right into the wall. Holding her candle up for further inspection she found no one.

She shut the door, and made sure to bolt it tight, went to bed and wondered what the next day would bring.