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Chapter 13 "The Opera"

Henri offered me his arm and I took it this time. We walked into the newly reconstructed Opera Populare. It had been bought by Baron Patrick Edwards and his wife Audrey. They had done a remarkable job renovating the Opera, it looked almost exactly the same as it had before the chandelier crash.

As we walked in some people smiled at us, some people saw us then whispered something to the person standing next to them. I tried to not let this bother me.

Henri escorted me to our box and we sat down. We were somewhat early and people were still filling in. The Baron had decided to perform an older piece called Les Huguenots. It was another Opera about love, and tragedy.

Finally the first Act began and Henri started to doze. By the second Act he was asleep in his chair. I waited until he was snoring then I stood from my chair and walked out of the box.

Once I had asked you how you had gotten down to Erik's home and you had told me that Madame Giry had taken you through a trap door, in the costume room. My mind immediately went back to that time as we sat in our living room and you explained in great detail all that had happened.

"It was the strangest thing Christine," you said grabbing my hand. " She moved a trunk from the wall and underneath was a clearly cut door. There was no knob, but a handle. She made sure no one was around, then her and I jumped down the shoot." Your eyes turned to a gray color, as they often did when you were very sure of what you were talking about.

"She led me down a long stair case, and told me to 'Keep my hand at the level of my eyes.' She stopped and let me go down the rest of the way on my own. I fell down a trap door and had to turn a gear to keep a grate from smashing on to me."

I came back to reality and continued to walk towards the costume room. The halls were deserted, I figured that most of the workers were either on stage or watching close by.

At last I finally made it to the small door that led to my destination. I pushed the door open, and it reveled a medium sized room with trunks, and piles of clothing everywhere. I picked up and moved everything by the walls. With no luck for quite some time I began to grow tired and lose hope. But right as I told myself 'Okay this is the last, trunk I am moving' I found it.

I smiled at my work and quickly lifted the almost unnoticeable handle. The door rose up and exposed a dark passage. I jumped down the opening and landed hard against the stone floor. I stood up and felt around for the wall. I found it and walked straight with my arms outstretched to the walls. I finally made it to a set of stairs and with every 6 or 7 set of stairs, there was a candle mounted on the wall.

I remembered that you had fell down a trap door so I watched the ground very carefully. I looked over the ledge of the stairs , to see how much longer I would have to walk and I quickly found out that there were hundreds and hundreds more stairs left. I sighed and continued. The Opera was probably another hour and a half, and Henri would most likely not awake.

As I made it closer to the end I began to quicken my pace and soon I was running down the stairs. I was still watching the ground for traps and such. When I finally made it to the end my heart was racing and felt as if it would beat out of my chest.

When I made it to the lake I picked up my dress entirely, and held it all bunched up in my arms. Henri would probably notice if I was wet. I trudged through the water as fast as I could.

"Erik!" I called out, and as I did a thought entered my mind. 'What if he left the Opera house after that night?' After that I began to panic. 'What would I do?' I started to run through the water.

The water began to get shallower and I recognized the opening in front of me. The grate was up and I could see his dwelling. I did not see him at first, but I continued to walk in. I made it to dry land. He was not at his organ or in the study. I continued to the swan bedroom, and there he was. He was sitting up in the bed, with a book leaning against his chest, and he was asleep. I slowly walked towards him, and bent down next to the bed. He was not wearing a mask and his face was fully exposed.

I gently tapped him on his arm and he abruptly awoke. His eyes met mine and he looked at me quizzically. Before he had a chance to say anything I said:

"Erik I am so sorry for what I have done to you and you must hate me but I desperately need your help."

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