My hand trembles out of sadness and fear. I think I am sad because Raoul is not here but I am not sure. The mansion is frightening with only my large cat Fluffy as company, and she's fast asleep at the edge of my bed. I start to sing after a short time. I realize what I am singing and I stop because I don't like "Angel of Music" anymore. After that ordeal a couple of weeks ago I begin to shake and I pull the cover over my head. What was that? A loud clonking that sounded like large pans falling from the kitchen straight below my bedroom I pulled Fluffy close. She howled and leapt from my grip pawing open the door her hackles raised and she hissed… She never hissed at Raoul something must be wrong. I dropped my diary into my lap I started hyperventilating as I pictured dead bodies and zombies. But just as I got those images out of my head the door flew open and there in the door way was a man, whipping his cape around at the wind that came from the suddenly open window his face half normal and half mangled. I screamed and that was the last thing I said before I went into shock still seeing everything. The Phantom of the Opera entered my bedroom as the all to familiar Organ music started to play he bent over me and he picked me up and carried me out of my house and down the street in the direction of the old opera house.