Almost sobbing half to sleep, her voice seemed husky and lost. Perhaps the phantom was dead, lying crippled on the ground his white mask now a red one deep with blood.

Oh how she could picture her husband smiling with pride, a man lying level with his feet deep within a slumber of death.

But another side of her ached telling her that the phantom was lurking somewhere, somewhere were he couldn't be found. She knew the phantom had made home at her heart, she could feel his embrace lasting on her skin. If it was a touch of a ghost.

Fearing it was the end, the young woman braced herself murmuring bits of songs to try ease pangs of her withered soul. Someone must of heard her, this time a light polite tap rattled at the door.

"Come in," Christine croaked, she didn't care what state she was in.

A young maid stood in the door way, her face was a flat line as she seemed to be in a hurry. She was a small woman, a girl with brown hair and soft eyes but her face looked serious and she spoke fast if she had a lot to say.

"Madame, this is not a time to be siting here." The young girl barked almost startling christine.

"Have you come to fetch me on my husbands behalf?" Christine said almost crying

The maid sighed and shut the door, making sure it's locked she looked christine into the eyes.

"Everyone knows what your husband is doing, it is the matter that he ordered everyone of us to make sure you won't leave."

The maid through the package she carried onto the ground, and quickly she growled to Christine

"Get up, If we get caught doing this we will be a laughing stock for the century."

Christine ripped open the package to stare at some men's apparel, inside a note was neatly tucked. She recognized her friends writing, Meg had scrawled out a note reading:

The good times have come back to haunt us, use this well.

-Meg

Christine pulled out the men's clothes with her mouth agape. It was these clothes that brought back a bushel of memories, the days of laughter when love seemed just like a spell. She a smile to take over on her face, how she remembered sneaking out at night disguised as boys with small knifes in their pockets. When they deepened their voice, bounded their chest flat, and try to walk without a grace.

The maid tapped her foot abruptly

"Come on now! change quickly."

Christine shed her dress throwing it the side then awkwardly put on the men's garments. She couldn't remember the last time she was donned in men's clothes, she tried to stifle a small giggle from escaping as she looked at herself in the mirror.

"You look very handsome," joked the maid who was having a fair amount of trouble pinning up Christine's long hair.

She then handed Christine a cloak, "I wish only to help you Madame, as you see I am just a maid, but I know love if it was the back of my hand."

"I know it never in a Ladies manor to be what you are doing, but hell men have all the fun." The maid said and placed something cold in The woman's hands.

Christine felt her body sink as she held back a small gun, her eyes seemed bottomless.

"Only if you need it, be wise now." the maid grinned while making sure that her hair was secure, Christine's body shuddered she hadn't used a weapon before and she had no intention to use one.

The maid caught her trying to hide the gun under some pillows upon the bed. The young woman took her hands, "You need this, go save your true love."

Christine let off a sob, "No!" she whispered. The maid nodded back making Christine feel intimidated.

"Now, the phantom is tricky. Madame Giry has informed me, she sent me to you. She knows what has been going on, I am some sort of a lookout for your sake. The phantom is in danger, go now he should be stowed away at the graveyard. His catacombs I fear has already been searched, go now and save him!"

Christine stood awaiting, tears murmuring softly as the maid secured a rope around a bed post. when tight enough the maid through open the windows letting in a cascade of fresh air.

"The time is now, this rope should be easy enough to maneuver out the window and on to the ground. Before you do this Madame, lock the doors, tightly. I will pretend that you have gone ill, very ill. That you will not open the doors. Thus will cause a stir, everyone will come to your aid, it will be bare of guards down below. Already a horse is awaiting for your departure, then ride directly to the graveyard. Be fast and safe Madame, a bid you a farewell."

"Please tell me, I need to know your name."

"Margaret, Madame." The maid replied once more making sure the ropes where tight enough.

Margaret threw the rope outside the window, she bade one last farewell and hurried out the door.

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A/N: Yup I hope you are enjoying this story XD

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