DISCLAIMER: I don't own any Phantom characters, or anything to do with the Phantom plot, etc. I only own Angelica, Ri'chard the stable boy, and the rest of my original characters in my other Phanfic.

Thanks to: PhantomLover2005, and everyone else who has read and reviewed:)

Angelica tossed and turned that night for hours before she finally drifted to sleep. She couldn't get the sight of those eyes peering down out of her mind. In fact when she even thought of it at all, she couldn't understand why it had called her Christine. Then she thought of the photographs sitting on the candelabra in that room.

"Christine Daae?" she pondered. She didn't see the photograph due to the large amounts of dust covering it.

"I shall see tomorrow. I must see."

There was no doubt in Angelica's mind that she would find out why the mysterious staring figure had mistaken her for someone else. Though she narrowed down the possibilities of it being other things, she couldn't help but think that it was more than just a clever prankster or a mere mouse.

In the early hours of that Sunday morning Angelica crept out of her dormitory as silently as possible. She scurried past the dressing room of the leading soprano, past the prop areas, and finally into the stables where a sleeping Ri'chard lay.

"Ri'chard." Angelica said quietly, making sure not to wake the animals and other stable workers.

"What, what--It's-"

"Shhhh!" Angelica motioned, covering his mouth.

"What are you doing here, Angelica?" Ri'chard asked scratching his blonde locks.

"I need you to come with me." she demanded sternly, but politely.

"Why?"

"Because...I think. I might've--nevermind you'll think I'm mad."

Ri'chard touched Angelica's hand and smiled at her.

"I could never think that."

"Good. Then will you please come with me now?" she pleaded. "I promise I'll tell you if you do."

Ri'chard quirked an eyebrow, but without speaking hopped to his feet and agreed to follow her.

She lead him down the same winding staircase and through the now dark corridor. Ri'chard didn't speak or show an expression.

"How did you find this place?" he asked blankly.

"I saw light, and decided to see where it was coming from. Why?" she answered.

"Maeve, the milk maid, told me about this room. She said it was closed forever."

Angelica looked confused.

"But the doorway is wide open. How could it be closed forever?"

"Everyone knows it was forbidden. The opera house's old Patron ordered it to be closed."

"Why did he want it to be shut?" Angelica queried.

"No one knows, but everyone thinks it has something to do with the Phantom of the Opera."

Angelica's heart began to thump as it did the night before.

"Oh."

"So why did you bring me here?" he asked putting his hands in his pockets.

"I told you...You'd think I've gone crazy." she said hesitantly.

"And I told you, I could never think that. Plus, you promised me."

"Fine, I'll tell you."

Angelica took a deep breath and began to tell Ri'chard the story of her encounter last night. He listened carefully as she spoke and didn't say a word.

"So you see, I think that it might have been him." she said hoping for a 'me too' from Ri'chard.

"I don't know, Angelica. Nothing has happened here since 1870. And you know that he was famous for his disasters and secret messages."

"Yes, I know, but that still doesn't explain why they or what...Wait! The photograph."

She rushed over to the near by candelabra and searched for Christine Daae's name. Within seconds she had found it.

"Here!" Angelica exclaimed.

"What is it, what have you found?" Ri'chard asked kneeling next to her.

"Christine Daae's photograph."

She dusted off the picture and gazed at the woman in it.

"Oh, my." Angelica sputtered, as she held the small frame.

Angelica and Ri'chard gaped at the photograph for what seemed like hours. She looked almost exactly like Angelica. Same hair, same facial features...Everything but her eyes. 'Christine Daae's eyes were dark,' she thought to herself, 'Mine are blue. Piercing blue...'

"What is it?" Ri'chard asked her, looking worried.

"I-I don't think I'm an orphan anymore."

The worst chapter of this story, in my opinion, but what can you do, really? I hope to have the next installment up by Friday if I'm lucky, so please R&R, and I'll keep you posted!