Three months later, Cameron stood on the stage in the Opera, looking around to see if he could see Christine. He'd missed her terrbily since the last time he'd seen her three months ago. He wondered if her absence had anything to do with what had been wrong with her the last time he'd seen her.
Then he saw Francois in the flies and ran off of the stage, up to the flies, to talk to Francois about Christine.
He grabbed Francois's arm urgently. "Jannes."
"Ah, well... if it isn't Monsieur Luc," said Francois, his voice coldly polite. "And what is it that you want now? If you'd like to talk to Christine and beg her to take you back, so that you may break her heart once more, then you're incredibly out of your mind. I won't help you."
Cameron sighed. "Jannes, please... I really need to speak to her. I need to apologize to her about what I've done. I feel awful, truly I do. Please have her find me so that I can talk to her?"
"No." Francois turned on his heel and started to walk away.
Cameron grabbed his arm again. "Jannes!"
"For God's sake, leave the girl alone!" Francois shouted, whirling back around to face him. "You're driving her out of her mind; you're making her go insane! We're both going out of our minds beccause of you... she could have killed you for what you did, did you know that, Monsieur Luc?"
Cameron's eyes widened. "She wouldn't hurt me... I know she'd never hurt me!"
Francois crossed his arms and sighed impatiently. "Then you know nothing about her; absolutely nothing! Doing what you did shattered her soul and provoked her beyond all human endurance. You really are fortunate that she didn't do you great harm."
Then, without waiting for a reply, Francois turned and walked away.
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A/N: I'm sorry that these chapters are so short... I'm just trying to speed through this (how horrible!)... it's 10:46 at night where I am, and I'm trying to write as much as possible. I'll slow down on timing soon, too; I promise.