Raoul sat in the opera populaire's café, he was drinking tea. He watched people passing and talking happily, wondering why all of a sudden his life had turned out like this. He had loved Christine and gave her everything, yet in return she only gave him pain not to mention her choosing that monster over him. He took a sip of his tea still thinking of a possible way he could win her heart back. He had to think of a plan, something to get her to want to be with him again. It was hopeless he thought, she loved the phantom, and there was little he could do to stop it. Breaking his thought Andre and Firmin walked up to him.

"do you mind If we join you vicomte?" Andre asked immediately, not even waiting for a reply he sat down next to him.

"well i…" Raoul was then interrupted by Firmin.

"Andre and myself have received another letter…from the opera ghost. And this time it is about you sir." Firmin stated as he waved down the waiter. "I would like a cup of tea please." He then turned his glare back to the vicomte.

"yes, this time the note was about you! Here we have brought it, if you would like to read it." Andre said as he reached into his jacket pocket. Pulling out a think little note. Raoul nodded his head and took the note away quickly. Still angered these two bonehead managers would not leave him be. He opened it, still feeling the gaze of Andre and Firmin on him, he then looked up.

"if you don't mind gentlemen, I would like to be alone now." He tried not to have an arrogant sound come out as he spoke but he couldn't help it.

"why yes of course…" Andre said at once, motioning for Firmin to follow him. They walked off slowly. Raoul turned his attention on the note once more. Fearing what was in it, he slowly took it out of the envelope. What more did the phantom want from him? Suddenly he was shocked, it wasn't from the phantom, it was from his beloved Christine! He read it to himself quietly.

Dear Raoul,

I am quite ashamed of the note you last sent Erik and I. What were you thinking? I would never in my life agree to go back to you. I love Erik more then anything, he treats me with respect and loves me as I am. Erik deserves more then you ever will, with your money and social popularity. Not all of us are like you Raoul, money cannot make everyone happy. I trust you will soon find a woman who will love you only for your money and your social popularity. Please consider this and stop trying to win my heart back, it's no use, I can never love a man like you.

Yours truly,

Christine Daae

He was confused, how could she use such a tone with him? She would never get away with this. The phantom or Erik as she calls him will pay for this he thought. Why hadn't he killed him when he had the chance?

Madame Giry heard a knock at her bedroom door. Who would be coming at this hour? She thought to herself as she walked to the door and opened it.

"Christine! What is it that brings you here at this hour?" she was surprised at her appearance. Something had to be wrong, she was out of breath and slightly sweaty at that.

"Madame Giry you must come with me, you have to help Erik!" Christine cried as she grabbed Madame Giry's arm. Madame Giry grabbed her shoes put them on and ran out the door following Christine.

"what is wrong with Erik? Is he not well? Oh please say that he is alright!" Madame Giry cried as they descended the stairs down to where the boat was placed. Christine looked at her, tired and confused as to what was happening she replied

"I do not know if he is alright…Raoul had wounded him and I was taking care of him. It now seems the wound has re-opened again, that is why I have come for your help!" she then told Madame Giry to get in the boat, Christine moved the boat toward the lair.

Erik soon could lightly hear the sound of two women. They sounded close but he could not tell. One was Christine he thought, it had to be, it sounded just like her. She had gotten him help just like she had promised him before she left. Soon the talking grew louder as he then felt a soft hand on his cheek. That was Christine he instantly thought, he would know her touch anywhere.

"Erik! Erik, please wake up, open your eyes!" Christine cried as she moved his arm. What was happening she thought, he had to be ok. "Erik! Madame Giry what is wrong with him?" she looked over at Madame Giry who stood there crying.

"what has Raoul done to him?" she then said through her sobs of crying. "we must help him quickly, it seems as though the wound has made him ill" Madame Giry put her hand to his forehead, she gasped and took her hand away quickly. "he is burning with fever!"

Christine began to cry helplessly over him, hugging him, and caressing his face with her hands. "don't do this to me Erik, please, please be alright!" she cried as she kissed his cheek and ran her fingers through his hair.

He could hear her, but could not reply. He wanted to reply, hearing the sadness in her voice, feeling the tear drops fall from her eyes to his body. He then began to move, he had to wake up he thought, for her. His eyes fluttered open and he breathed heavily. "Christine…what…what's happening?" he asked, he felt light headed and hot.

Christine instantly kissed his lips when he spoke, she was relieved that he woke. "you have a fever again Erik." She whispered to him as she took his hand in hers. "you will be fine, I promise you, I won't let anything happen…" she then took a wet wash cloth Madame Giry handed her, she placed it on his forehead.