YES! I HAVE UPDATED! I HAVE FINALLY GIVEN UP THE HOPE OF TRYING TO FIX MY OTHER COMPUTER WITH THE OTHER CHAPTERS FOR THIS STORY ON IT! –sob-

I'm so sorry I've kept you. Slap, kick, punch me if you will. I deserve it.

His Dancer

Chapter Five

"Meg!" Mme. Giry rushed towards the pale thin girl that had entered their small home. "Where have you been? You've been gone for two days?"

"Maman, would you believe me if I told you?" Meg stared into her mother's weak gray eyes.

"Of course, darling," Mme. Giry wrapped her arms around her daughter.

"I have been with the Phantom of the Opera," Meg said straight out.

"Oh my--! Has he harmed you in any way?" Mme. Giry cried.

"Of course not, Maman. He was so gentle. And he saved me, when I almost fell off the roof, he caught me," Meg smiled.

"You almost fell off the roof? The roof of the opera!" Mme. Giry cried fearfully.

"I am alright now," Meg rested her hands on her mother's shoulders reassuringly.

"Oh, Meg, my darling Meg. I was so frightened for you," Mme. Giry said.

"Do not fret yourself. I am here now," was the gentle reply.

Mme. Giry nodded. "Have you eaten anything since then, Meg?"

"Of course. He fed me, too. I am, obviously, hungry now," Meg said, and went into the kitchen.

"There are some sweet rolls on the table, and I can make tea," Mme. Giry stood up to put the kettle on.

Meg nodded and took a roll and bit into it. She wandered around the small house as the water boiled and her mother steeped the tea. Her mind kept weaving back to Erik, so mysterious, and yet so loving. Meg sighed, finished her roll, for she had been ravenous, and went to get another.

Harsh coughing was emitted from her mother's throat as Meg passed by her.

"Maman! Are you alright?" Meg cried, placing her hands on her mother's shoulders once more.

"I am fine, dear. Here, the tea is ready. I need to rest," Mme. Giry sighed, coughing again, this time much worse.

"Maman! Have you seen the doctor?" Meg said worriedly.

"That is not for you to worry about for now. We shall talk later," Mme. Giry stumbled to her little room and closed the door.

Meg felt like crumbling, staring at the steaming tea in her hand and the sweet roll in the other. Something was wrong with her mother, and worry began to cloud her.

I know it's short! I'm updating again!