"Buquet!" A voice rumbled throughout the stage area and Helena jumped what seemed like a foot off the ground from complete fright. Buquet Held onto her tightly, making sure she wouldn't lose her balance and fall. He looked over the scaffold as he did, seeing the displeased look on Madame Giry's face. "Buquet, I suggest you get Helena down here right away!" She demanded, her cane's end slamming the floor with great force, causing the sound to echo.

Buquet quickly let go of Helena pointing to the ladder, "I have more work to do…" He whispered, angered by what Madame Giry was probably thinking, and by his recent discussion with Helena. "Meet me in the dormitory kitchen tonight at eleven, we will discuss this further then."

Helena rolled her eyes, "Quite frankly, Buquet, I really don't think we have anything further to talk about."

He let out a heavy sigh, "Helena… either meet me in the kitchen or I'll hunt you down and drag you to the kitchen."

She took in a deep breath, not feeling like fighting with him any more, "Fine… I'll be there at eleven. Now let me go so that I can be verbally abused by Madame Giry too."

"Verbally abused?"

"Never mind, you don't understand." She said breathily as she began her ladder descend.

She hit the floor, turning around to see a glare come over Madame Giry. Madame Giry was thinking only one thing: that Buquet was trying to take advantage of Helena. "What was going on up there?" Her tone was not much of an angry tone. It actually seemed more of a motherly tone, as if she was concerned.

Helena shrugged, "He was about to fall… he was trying to help me regain my balance, Madame Giry." She looked to the ground, waiting to be punished for what she would think was nothing.

Madame Giry started to walk away, she turned to Helena, "Come, it's growing late."

Helena looked at her as if she was one of the oddest people she had ever known. "Madame Giry… is that all? No yelling? No lecture? That's it?" Her confused nature made Madame Giry laugh quite a bit.

"Dear, I believe you. I know you wouldn't lie to me." She put her hand on Helena's head, patting it a bit a letting out a little sigh. "I just worry about you… being surrounded by men all day. No matter what you would like to think, you will always be a woman, so you must be careful."

Helena smiled a bit, "Madame Giry, since we are being very honest with each other… I was wondering if I may ask you a question."

Madame Giry smiled, giving her a little nod.

"I… I saw you holding a note in your hand while Christine was singing. Who was that note from? I've never scene a red seal such as that one."

Madame Giry paused for a moment, and a smirk crept over her face, "The note was from the Opera Ghost. Did you not hear the managers yelling over it?"

She shook her head, laughing a bit. "No, I suppose I was still making my way down the ladder when they were. Madame Giry… you always seem to receive the notes… and to be perfectly honest, why is it that we should not believe that you're writing these notes yourself."

Madame Giry's smirk widened to a full smile. "I suppose that there is nothing to prove that I am not writing these notes myself. I'm sure that it is quite possible that I could be the one doing so… and it only seems logical to assume this. However, there is always that possibility that it is not me. And that possibility is what makes it believable."

Helena looked at Madame Giry in utter confusion. "Madame Giry, are you saying that it's possible that… that…."

Madame Giry stopped her in mid sentence, "I am saying that I know Buquet didn't let that curtain fall on Carlotta, he wasn't near it… and then I saw you in the middle of the scaffold… too far away to reach it."

"Then that is what you're saying…." She was at a loss of words and breath, unable to comprehend that what she was thinking, could be true.

"No, Helena… I'm just reminding you that seeing is not believing. Seeing is only conformation, seeing is the end… believing is just the beginning of the journey."

Helena frowned a bit, "Madame Giry… you never make these things easy on us."

She laughed loudly, shaking her head a bit, "Of course not… if I did, you girls wouldn't think for yourselves."

"Madame Giry… he isn't dangerous, is he?" she was starting to feel uneasy… thinking of something or someone that could be stalking the workers at the opera house. And what it might be capable of.

Madame Giry opened the door to the dormitory hallway. She looked to Helena, only for a moment, and then pushed on further, now lighting a lantern and putting it in front, lighting the way for them. "Do you really think I would put you girls in such danger?"

Helena paused for a moment, "You seem to trust him. I mean, if he were to exist, you seem to know him very well."

She unlocked the dorm room door to the left, and opened it slowly and quietly, looking in and smiling at the girls as they were just finishing changing. She moved out of Helena's way, "Here, Helena… you have two hour until lunch, and then the girls will be coming back out for rehearsals until dinner. I think it best for you to stay in the dorms. I will tell Buquet and the rest."

Helena walked in the room, but then turned to her. She was expecting some kind of comment to her last statement… anything to give her any more clues. Madame Giry shut the door and she heard her walk away.

All the girls started to huddle around Christine as Helena stood by the door and watched. They were all praising her, asking her how she learned to sing, where this unbelievable talent and voice had come from. Christine could only smile a warm caring smile, something Helena never thought she would see from Christine. "I… I have an angel watching over me," was the only thing she said, and as the girls tried to get more of an explanation from her, she would only shake her head and looked at them, her eyes glistening, "It's my angel." Her expression was so full of hope and love. Helena couldn't even look at her without feeling sick to her stomach.

Meg looked at Christine with hope in her eyes, "Please, Christine, sing for us! Oh please! Sing again! You were wonderful out there… will you please give us the pleasure of hearing your voice once more!" The girls started to jump up and down with excitement, cheering her on and pleading with her.

She flashed them a small smile and started to blush a bit. She nodded, and took in a deep breath, ready to begin singing Think of Me once again.

"Christine!" Helena burst as she ran through the girls and grabbed Christine's arm. "Madame Giry wants to see you… now!" She said running back through the girls and dragging Christine behind her. She swung open the door, running with Christine down the hall as she struggled to release her wrist from Helena's grasp.

"Helena, what on earth are you doing? Are you mad? Let go of me!" She demanded, finally taking her wrist back with all her force.

Helena calmed down a bit, "Christine... please, you need to follow me." she started walking towards the main Opera house, turning back and making sure Christine was following her.

"Why should I follow you? And if Madame Giry needed me, she would have told me herself." She said, crossing her arms and glaring at Helena.

Helena rolled her eyes, "Listen… please come with me. Christine, it's… it's very important that you listen to me. It has to do with your voice."

Christine took in a deep breath, and as she let it out, she made an annoyed little grunt. "I can't believe this. You can't allow me to have a little attention, can you?"

Helena's eyes widened, "Excuse me?"

Christine rolled her eyes, "I know why you dress like that all the time. It's because you don't think there's anything special about you… so you'll do something to make yourself stand out. That's so childish, Helena. I mean, in all honesty, you'd probably be very pretty if you'd dress like a girl once in a while, and let your hair down instead of keeping it in that dirty cap all the time. Anyhow, I know that you're jealous because now I'm going to get so much attention for my voice, and you… you always talk about how you know so much about opera and plays that you can't stand someone like me getting attention for singing in the opera."

Helena's mouth gaped open, 'And thank you for another reminder of why I don't like you.' She thought to herself… but then started to think that maybe Christine's intentions were good, or at least trying to be good. "Christine, I don't care about that right now. What I need to tell you is very important."

Christine raised an eyebrow, "Why can't you tell me here?"

Helena was about to speak, but paused, not finding any reasonable explanation for why she couldn't tell Christine in the hall. She leaned to her, whispering, "I know this Angel that you speak of. I do believe you Christine… I do. When I was in the scaffold, I heard a soft voice, and it said, "She will only sing for me." And Christine, I really do think it was your angel." Helena never enjoyed lying, but it seemed that it was her only choice. She needed to make sure that Christine didn't sing for anyone else but only at rehearsals and the performance. She didn't even think Christine would believe her, it seemed a bit far fetched, but she was hoping that if Christine had so much faith in this Angel, she would believe what Helena had to say.

Christine's eyes started to water a bit, and a look of sheer hope and faith came over her. "Helena, you've heard him too? He does speak to you… I am not going completely mad."

Helena paused for a moment, "Well… I didn't say that you were not mad but…"

Christine quickly interrupted her, "Oh Helena, it speaks to me every so often. In addition, it is the voice of a man… the voice so calming and soothing… it sings me to sleep every night I hear it. And Helena… there was this voice that I heard in my dreams… the voice of a woman. I've only heard her sing… and now I have that voice. Helena, I do believe that I've always had this voice inside of me, and my father knew that. That's why he sent me the Angel of Music. It was to unlock this hidden talent that I knew nothing of."

Helena didn't know what to do. She didn't want to tell Christine that she never heard the angel on the scaffold… but now she didn't want to tell her that she heard the angel sing to her as she slept. Christine seemed so sure that it was meant for her, all of it. She was so sure that it was this angel working some kind of miracle. Helena had never seen Christine so happy, so full of hope; she honestly did not want to break Christine's heart, no matter what.

"Christine, don't sing unless it's for training or performances… try your best to save your voice, and don't sing if you do not have to. No matter what. And always tell me when you're ready for rehearsals and such, I'll go with you."

Christine blinked a few times, "And why do you need to come?"