Erik suddenly heard something. It sounded like an angel was singing. Not that he knew how that would sound, considering he was a MONSTER DAMNED FOREVER TO BE DAMNED AND LONELY AND WITHOUT CHRISTIIIIIIINE. Erik sniffed and stroked his organ morosely. But he heard the voice again. If he strained, he could hear the lyrics, even through five stories, a lake, and god knows what else.

Every night in my dreams I see you.
I feel you.
That is how I know you go on.

Far across the distance
And spaces between us
You have come to show you go on.

Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go on
Once more you open the door
And you're here in my heart
And my heart will go on and on

Love can touch us one time
And last for a lifetime
And never go till we're one
And if you're still reading this I'm impressed

Love was when I loved you
One true time
I hold to
In my life we'll always go on

Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go on
Once more you open the door
And you're here in my heart
And my heart will go on and on

There is some love that will not go away

You're here, there's nothing I fear,
And I know that my heart will go on
We'll stay forever this way
You are safe in my heart
And my heart will go on and on

Upstairs in the house, everyone who wasn't currently hanging from the stage ceiling or impaled on an elephant tusk-- so, six people-- applauded wildly. Marie-Suzette blushed fetchingly and curtsied.

"Wonderful! Marvelous! Brilliant!" shouted Madame Giry. "You shall be our new star and have Christine's old dressing room!"

Listening to this underneath his lair, Erik's brow furrowed. Christine? Christine who?