A/N: Three Chapters for you because they're pretty short and it's been a while since I updated AND I got so many reviews.

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Chapter 38- Trouble.

The door edged open with a creek and Christine strained her eyes to see in the darkness of the room. There was one window to the side, which she could make out faintly, but otherwise there was no way of letting light in. The window was covered with a drape and Christine stepped back out to ease the pain in her eyes. She thought for a moment before jogging back down the stairs to find a candle.

She fumbled through the top drawer of the cabinet closest to the door and after a few seconds her hand found what she was looking for. She took the candle to the fire and lit it on the low flames. Before she ascended the staircase she took another look out of the window, she would hate for Erik to be angry with her. This was obviously something that he didn't want her to see but between them there had been too many secrets and she had done so much to keep him happy. Today she wanted a little freedom.

She walked back up the stairs, realising that she was still a little out of breath for the jog down. It then crossed her mind that Erik was probably right, she probably wasn't as well as she thought she was. She put her hand on her chest and with a small smile it then crossed her mind that Erik was usually right.

At the top of the stairs she took a deep breath preparing herself for the worst that she thought she could possibly say. Closing her eyes she tried to blank her mind, picture what it could be. The worst it could be. A body? A skeleton? Pictures of her… like the doll in the opera cellars. She shook her head and opened her eyes, pushing the door open fully and holding the candle to her side to look at the wall nearest the door. There was another candle attached to the wall and carefully she lit that with the flame in her hand. Next to it was another, which she lit and then another.

The room was quickly light enough for her to see and as her eyes adjusted she thought again about the worst thing it could be. She thought of her worst dreams, her fights with Raoul, her heart ache but none of this prepared her for what was in front of her.

Meg's kiss landed square on Henry's lips and she broke into a smile against them. He kissed her back softly and pulled away, before pulling her into another close hug and then finally letting go completely. His strong arms fell to his side and his smile slowly evaporated as if it were never there to begin with.

'You know I have to go,' he said sadly and Meg nodded at him. Her hair was loose today, her fringe fell messily across her face as she looked up at him, trying to hide her tears.

'I know,' she whispered and leaned in to kiss his cheek. He turned to meet her lips, it wasn't often they got a great deal of privacy.

'I shouldn't be gone long,' he said and she frowned, fighting the lump in her throat.

'I know…'

'Yes, so..' he said, trying to make his smile look real. 'You should simply look forward to seeing me in a few days. None of this crying now.'

He was trying so hard to cheer her up but she wasn't used to not seeing him.

'I know but it will be so hard, Henry,' she said. Don't whine Meg. He pulled her close and kissed her forehead gently.

'Please,' he said. 'Enough now, I must go but remember that I'm thinking of you and I will be home soon… in fact, I will bring you a gift on my return. Will that make you happy?'

'You being back will make me happy enough,' she said sweetly and he grinned a genuine grin.

'Then I'll go and soon I'll return.' He said, kissing her one last time on the cheek before turning and stepping through the door. 'See you soon.'

'Okay, Henry,' she said and waved at him as he walked down the road.

She missed him already.

Tomas kissed his intended with passion and pulled her near, not wanting to let her go. He spent time with her very irregularly but when he did his heart raced and he felt like he would explode. His chestnut hair was short and cut close, unusual and not fashionable but it suited him that way. His sharp blues eyes focused on her lovely figure and he couldn't resist the urge to kiss her again but this time at least try to show more passion.

'What have you done today?' he asked when he finally managed to break the hold. She smiled at him softly.

'Not much,' she said, kissed his hair as she handed him his drink. He sipped it slowly.

'Not much?' he said, smiling. 'What's not much?'

'Not much!' she said, laughing and poking him in the side with her finger.

'Didn't you see Emily today?' he asked, curiously. Sara frowned.

'Not today,' she said. Tomas smiled.

'Why not?' he asked.

'She went out,' she said. 'In fact, she isn't back yet.'

Tomas shrugged.

'Who did she go out with?'

'A gentleman she met,' her frown had not disappeared. 'Why do you ask?'

'Just worried for her is all,' he said, shrugging his shoulders and sipping his drink.

'Why?' she said.

'She's blind,' Tomas said, stating the obvious matter-of-factly.

'Does that mean she can't take care of herself?' Sara snapped and Tomas stared at her in confusion.

'Well… no… I was just…' but before he could finish the sentence the door opened and in walked a familiar face.