Raoul had come looking for Christine when he discovered she wasn't in her room. He had come to see if she would reconsider his offer for one last drink, disappointed when she didn't answer. He had already had a few last drinks with some ladies at the bar, but his eyes were on Christine and no one else.

"Christine?" he asked as he saw her standing on the deck. Christine stood with her back to him looking over the railing. She turned around and stared at him, thoroughly shocked that someone had spoken to her. Her hair fell around her face hiding what he thought were tears. "What are you doing out here? Is everything alright Christine?"

"Yes Raoul everything is fine I just couldn't sleep is all," but her expression told him there was something on her mind.

"Are you sure there is nothing you want to talk about? Are you unhappy with the trip or with me?" He was begging her to find out. He pressed his hand gently to her lower back, but she flinched and he pulled away.

"Raoul really I am fine, but I'm going back to bed now. I will see you in the morning." Christine turned to walk away, but Raoul caught her by the arm and spun her around. He held her close and then pressed his lips to her's. It only lasted for a second before Christine pulled away and looked furiously into his eyes.

"What do you think you are doing? I am not ready for a relationship with you and I thought you could respect that."

"What do you mean you aren't ready? It had been a month since we started this trip together and we have been growing closer everyday, well until recently when you started acting like this!" Christine took a step back from him not sure if she should run or fight.

"I cannot believe you are saying this when you stink of alcohol and women's perfume!" She began to run towards the doors leading back to the corridors.

"Well maybe if you could pay me some attention and some appreciation for all I'm doing for you I wouldn't have to find other entertainment!" He shouted after her, but she just kept running. Furious with himself and her he headed back to the bar hoping it was still open.

Christine ran into her room and slammed the door behind her. Her tears were streaming down the sides of her face, but she no longer tried to stifle them. 'How did this go so wrong?' she begged to know the answer. "Oh Erik where are you when I need you the most?"

Suddenly there was a knock on the door making Christine jump away from it. "Raoul go away! I do not want to speak with you right now."

"It is room service Miss. I was told to bring it to your room."

"Thank you, but I'm not hungry."

"Please Miss just take it. I do not want to go back down there with it!" The man sounded utterly afraid unnerving Christine. She opened the door slowly and saw the server holding a large silver serving tray. On top lay a bowl of wedding soup, a small with card and a red rose. Her jaw dropped slightly at the sight of the rose. Though Raoul could have easily thought of sending her a rose in the form of an apology Christine knew it was not from him.

"Who told you to send this?"

"I do not know his name nor what he looks like except he wears a long black cape and a large black hat. It covers most of his face, so I never got a good look at him." The server who must have only been sixteen looked very nervous and rocked back and forth on his feet.

"Well thank you. Let me get you a tip..."

"No!" the boy practically screamed at her. "I mean please that won't be necessary. Have a good night." and with that he took off down the hallway.

Christine's heart was pounding as she looked down at the silver tray. She carried it over to a small table in the corner of the room and stared at it. 'Can it really be him,' she thought to herself. She suddenly remembered the card resting next to the rose. She unfolded it and gasped as she saw what was written on it.

"May I come in? - OG" Just then there was a knock on the door.