Christine held onto Cameron's hand while she stood behind the mirror and he stood in front of it, staring at him in amazement for a moment. She could hardly believe it. He was here! He was here, and now she'd decided that she was going to take him down to the lair with her.

Still holding onto his hand, she began to lead him down the passageway silently. Every so often, she'd look back at him, just for the reassurance that he was really there. She could hardly believe that this was actually happening, yet it was.

When they'd gotten to the gondola, something changed in him - it looked as though he'd just snapped out of the trance that he'd been in. But she didn't realize that until he recognized her as the infamous Phantom of the Opera and opened his mouth, starting to scream.

"Shhh!" she hissed, raising a hand up to his mouth but not touching him. "Keep quiet, Cameron! Do you want them to hear you? You're not in any danger; calm down! It is I, your Angel of Music!"

He quit screaming. Then he stared at her, his eyes widening in disbelief. His Angel of Music and The Phantom of the Opera were one in the same! But... how could that be? His Angel wasn't bad like The Phantom was - was she?

When he didn't make another sound, she sighed with relief. "Good. Now come on - come with me."

Then she stepped onto the gondola and, still holding onto his hand, helped him onto the gondola. Then she grabbed the rowing rod and started to row away as he sat down.

She rowed in silence for a short time until they finally came near the gate of the lair. It was then that he spoke to her, in person, for the first time.

"Do you have a name, Angel - a name besides Angel, that is?"

"My name is Christine," she replied with a slight smile, glancing down at him. "And I'm not an angel. I'm just a teenage girl... a very desperate teenage girl who's finally bold enough to be committing the ultimate theft."

He raised his eyebrows, obviously confused. "The ultimate theft? What do you mean?"

Sighing sadly and suddenly feeling somewhat foolish for doing what she'd done, she said with obvious remorse, "Oh, God, what made me do this? I can't believe I'm doing this. Cameron... I'm kidnapping you."

He shook his head in protest, looking surprised to hear her say this. "No, you're not! I'm coming of my own free will!"

She scoffed a little. "Well, try telling that to François and see if he believes you."

"You know Jannes?" he asked.

"Yes, and unfortunately for me, he knows that I've been watching you. He'll probably instantly accuse me of kidnapping you once you're found missing, even if you are with me of your own free will." She stopped rowing and rested her head on her rowing arm, sighing before saying decidedly, "Maybe I'd better just take you back right now."

"Oh, no, Angel!" he exclaimed. "Please let me come with you!"

She looked down at him uncertainly for a moment, feeling her heart warm a little when he saw how pleading the expression on his face was. An angel wanted to spend time with a monster, it seemed.

"Oh, all right," she sighed indulgently after a moment, smiling down at him. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt for you to be here just once."

Then she continued rowing, looking ahead, until the gate opened and they entered the lair.

He looked around as she rowed the gondola onto the shore of the lake and stepped onto it, fascinated. "This place is amazing, Ang - I mean, Christine."

Stepping out of the gondola and stood on the shore of the lake, he continued looking around as he walked over to where she was standing and inquired, "Did you build this by yourself?"

She laughed a little. "Oh, no! No... it was already built when I came here."

Then she made a graceful hand motion that her father had used to use many years ago in order to beckon him to her. He obediently came forward so that he was a little closer to her, as though he was powerless to her hand, and she took his hand.

"Come," she said softly, starting to lead him. "Let me show you my home."

The rest of the night, as she led him around the lair, he was quiet, acting as though he were spellbound.

Then, very late at night, they finally came to the room that she had prepared for him in case she ever decided to bring him down to the lair to stay for the night. The sight of the bed caused him to yawn and stretch.

"I'm sorry for yawning around you, Angel - Christine," he said apologetically, looking rather tired all of a sudden. "You're not boring me, really. I just feel rather worn out."

"I"m sure you do," she replied reassuringly. "You've had a very long day, especially with your premiere this evening. I told you that you wouldn't be looking like a fool, dancing about onstage, for much longer, didn't I?"

"Yes," he replied with a somewhat sleepy smile as he walked over to the bed and lay on it, sighing and closing his eyes. "I wasn't sure if I should believe you or not, but you were right... I'll never doubt anything you say again."

For a moment more, she stood at the doorway, looking at him and waiting for him to say more, but then she saw that he was breathing the deep, even breaths of sleep. He'd given in to his tiredness.

"Poor boy," she murmured as she walked over to him and covered him up with the blanket. "He's exhausted."

She looked down at him for a moment, and then she walked to the door, placing her hand on the doorknob as she stood in the doorway, still looking back at him. Then she whispered as softly as possible so that he wouldn't hear, "Good night, Cameron. I... love you."

Sighing, she closed the door and then walked over to her piano to began to compose, inspired by Cameron's presence to write new music.