A/N: Hey, thanks for your reviews guys! I wasn't sure if you guys liked THIS TYPE of story since I always started mine out in E x C. Oh well, here is the next chapter. Btw, I watched Charlie and The Chocolate Factory FINALLY and I think JOHNNY DEPP IS SO CCUUUUTEEEE! WHOOT! But erm -- Erik is better. Heh, both of them got their own looks anyway. LOL!

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Lady Skywalker: Yes, and about the bump, LOL! Hmm, Erik will be meeting her after a different situation. But that will come next chapter because this chapter is all about Christine and...err...her lost memory. Yes, and I don't know WHY Raoul had to do that but it just shows that Raoul is just so -- such a useless fool sometimes. A cute one. LOL!

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Little Lotte's Memory

It seemed like forever Christine's mind was in darkness before finally, she found herself in a strange dream. Everywhere was just plain white and the silence was chilling.

Suddenly, she saw a figure and it wasn't a scary one this time.

It was a figure of a man named Gustave Daae.

"Father…?"

"Child…Come with me. I want to show you something…" Gustave softly said and he held out his hand for her to hold.

Then, he pointed to the vast area that was white, plain and empty.

"Christine…Do you know what kind of life this is?"

Christine shook her head in confusion, "No, Father."

"It is a life of one man. A man who used to be part of you…"

Christine stared, "Who…?"

Gustave turned his face towards Christine and said, "Your Angel of Music. The Angel I sent to you that guided you through your years…"

Christine drew in a sharp gasp.

She felt her Father's grip on her hand loosening and he began to fade away.

"Father? Father where are you going?" Christine frantically trying to reach for him.

"Be strong…" he whispered.

Christine suddenly felt a throbbing pain all over her body and in her head especially and she finally plunged back into the darkness.

Christine opened her painful swollen eyes slowly and stared at two blurry faces.

"Ma'am!" an unfamiliar voice called to her.

"John, she has awoken. Thank God for that," another strange voice said.

Finally, Christine's vision improved and she could make out two male faces staring down at her.

One was a young man with light brown hair and twinkling blue eyes and a bushy brown mustache.

The other was an older man with grey whitish hair and a small white mustache with glasses.

She felt her head and both her hands and knees bandaged up.

"Ma'am?" the young man said.

Christine looked at him strangely.

Why was she calling her Ma'am? She didn't even know who he was. Nether did she know who that older gentleman was. Christine stared around.

Where the heck was she!

"Who…are you?" Christine slowly asked, staring at the young man.

He looked shocked, "Ma'am? It's – It's me John! I'm you and Master's stable boy back home."

Christine shook her head and she held her hand up to her aching head, "I don't know anyone name John…"

The older gentleman gasped, "Oh-no…Madame, what is your name?"

Christine frowned, "Christine Daae, Monsieur."

He frowned a bit, "Miss Daae, I am Monsieur Francos. I would like to ask you a few questions if you please? Where do you live…?"

"I don't think where I live really concern you. But I used to live with my Father, Gustave Daae. Perhaps you have heard of him, he is a famous Swedish violinist. But unfortunately. My Father passed away and…"

"Go on, Madame…"

"Madame Giry whose real name is actually Marie Giry came to take me away to Paris to live in the Paris Opera Populaire and train as a ballet dancer. And that is all I shall tell you…"

John and Monsieur Francos exchange worried glances.

"Anything else?"

Christine looked around and shook her head worriedly, "No Monsieur, I do not. It's funny how I am a woman seventeen but I can only remember my childhood years…Nothing more of the years that I have spent until I became seventeen…"

Christine looked up, "What's happening? Where am I?"

Monsieur Francos picked up his medical bag and nodded, "I shall leave you, John. Miss Daae, get some rest and get well soon…"

When Monsieur Francos went out the door, Christine looked at John, "But I still don't understand…"

She quickly sat up from the bed.

Christine felt herself close to tears. Whatever that was happening right now, she didn't understand. How could a memory of her young years be inside her body that is a woman of seventeen?

John sighed, "Ma'am – Do you know who Raoul de Vicomte de Chagny is?"

Christine frowned, "Why, yes. He is my dearest childhood friend. A Vicomte? He is a Vicomte? How do you know about him?"

"Ma'am…I am John Steward. I work as a stable boy for you and your husband back home in the outskirts of this city, Paris."

"Husband? Who is my husband?"

"That would be The Vicomte, Ma'am."

Christine's eyes widened in amazement, "Raoul is my husband! You don't say!"

John nodded.

Christine burst out laughing, "Raoul de Chagny is my husband! Oh my God, Monsieur!"

John shook his head, "Ma'am, it is true. You are married to the Master…What is so funny?"

Christine finally clamed down but she still giggled, "I cannot imagine marrying my childhood friend, Raoul! He was so dorky looking when he was younger!"

John couldn't help smiling, "He was, Ma'am?"

"Yes, he was! And Monsieur? Please just call me Mademoiselle because it's very unnatural to me when I feel that I am not married."

John nodded, "Very well, Mademoiselle and if you please, just call me John."

"So John, what happened…?"

"What do you mean, Mademoiselle?"

"What happened to me? Why can't I remember anything else about my life…?"

John stared for awhile before he gravely answered, "Mademoiselle, you got into an accident…"

Christine suddenly felt a sharp pain in her head and she staggered backwards on the bed.

She could barely hear John's voice and she heard it like he was talking to her for a distance…

"You crossed the road, Mademoiselle…You didn't look but there was a carriage coming that way and – and the driver pulled the reigns up but the carriage skidded and it overturned. The carriage slid down the road and smashed into you…"

Christine breathed heavily and she heard her heart pounding in her ears.

She remembered the blinding white light that was in her eyes before something horribly hard smashed into her.

"I tried to warn you…But you couldn't hear me…"

Christine remembered now that she heard someone's voice calling to her, "Ma'am! Ma'am!"

Christine closed her eyes for a second before opening them back again.

John sadly looked at Christine, "Mademoiselle, you were badly hurt and your head had several injuries but there were some kind gentlemen who helped me to carry you to the nearest doctor. That doctor was Monsieur Francos whom you just met. He rented a small house for you to rest in while you recover…"

Christine touched her bandages lightly and whispered, "But – But why, John? Why was I there in the first place…?"

John hesitated, "Ma'am was trying to follow the Master to the Opera House…"

Christine stared at her bandages for a minute and repeated, "The Opera House…?"

"Yes…Mademoiselle, you need your rest. I shall tell you all I know after you have rested…"

Christine lay back down and John helped to fluff up the pillow.

"John?"

"Yes, Mademoiselle?"

"Thanks for taking care of me…If I am wealthy, I would pay you more than your job offers…"

John only laughed.

A/N: Kinda sad how Christine could only remember up to her childhood years. How ironic. LOL! Review!