The mob soon came after he had left for good. Meg Giry was ahead of everyone else and looked at this spectacular kingdom in amazement the same way I had when I first laid eyes on this place. He was gone; he had left me here without even saying a proper, "goodbye". Meg walked very slowly to me, my eyes were still glued to the spot I saw him for the last time. "Emily where is he?" Meg asked gently.

"He's gone, gone forever." I said barely above a whisper. She only nodded. Once the mob came they destroyed everything, showing no mercy to all the treasures. Once of the officers tried to have me get up and leave, but I didn't move. Angered by the fact that the Phantom had escaped them once again, they all left not even giving one last glance back at the place they had destroyed. I scavenged through all the debris the mob left behind, hoping to find something that wasn't completely destroyed. As I looked I sang:

I heard your voice last night

It was the voice of an angel

The music spread through my thoughts

And filled me with thoughts of hope

Your voice drifted me off to sleep

I dreamt of a dance under the stars

We danced as the night swam away

As I woke from my dream

A single red rose had been placed near my bed

You came as you sang to me

With the voice of an angel

Your smile lit up the night

As I was no longer scared of the truth
the truth that I might be lost within your eyes

(Whispered)

One single bright red rose

Can fill my heart

(Loud)

You came as you sang to me

With the voice of an angel

Your smile lit up the night

And I was no longer scared of the truth

The truth that I might be lost within your eyes

One single bright red rose

Can fill my heart and soul

7 years later

It had been seven years since the night of Don Juan. The Opera Populaire was being restored to its' former glory. Will and I were engaged to be married too. He had proposed to me a few times before, but I had told him I wasn't ready. Finally I accepted his offer for I knew that he loved me with all his heart and would take care of me and make me happy. Then a terrible tragedy happened the week before our wedding. Will died from pneumonia. I locked myself in the room that I had been staying in, for days not wanting to come out. I felt it was my fault and that God was punishing me for not loving Will like I should have.

I had no where to go no one to turn to. I had no money. Will hadn't made the new will yet so I had nothing. I began to live on the streets living off of scraps and the money I got for selling my body. Then one night it seemed that fate stepped in. I was walking down a dark alley at night when I passed by a gypsy camp. An old hag with many wrinkles pulled me into their little world and ushered me to a tent. "I know what you want most in this entire world." She squeaked.

"Food and shelter," I said bitterly not meeting her eyes.

"True, but that isn't what I am talking about. You want Erik to love you with all his heart the same way you do for him." I looked up at her bewildered. "I read the stars a few nights ago, Emily. The stars told me it is fate that you and Erik will one day be together."

"How can that be? I haven't seen him for about 7 years. I waited for him to return. I waited for him and now…it's too late." I yelled.

"But you're wrong. He has come for you, but you were too busy pretending to be in love with that William boy. He has watched you from your window and sings softly to you as you sleep."

"How…how do you know that?" My eyes widened.

"I know more than I should know. I saw it in one of my visions long ago. I've seen it in my crystal ball, the stars. I don't know why, but everywhere I go I see how the two of you are meant to be. Your love is so strong that it can't and will not be ignored."

"But what can I do? I can't just go running into his arms asking him to love me. Our love has always been forbidden, you should even know that."

The hag stood up and walked so closed to Emily that they were only inches apart. "How far are you willing to go for Erik?" I gave a puzzeled look. "Are you willing to give up anything for Erik's happiness and love?" she whispered.

"What?"

"Answer the question!" She demanded.

"Yes." I whispered.

"Are you willing to give up your beauty to give it to Erik?"

"How? How can it be done? It's impossible." I began thinking that this woman was insane.

"Are you?" she demanded again.

"Yes."

"Then my dear nothing is impossible. You will wake up tomorrow morning with Erik's deformity and he will wake up with your beauty. Tonight sleep somewhere where no one will see you, then go to Opera Populaire and hide in his home. He won't be there I promise."

"But how will we meet? How will I find him? How will he know who I am?" I asked a little frighten.

"That my dear is in the hands of God, but I promise you, you will meet him, but there will be many obstacles that the two of you will face. Goodnight my dear and try to enjoy your beauty as much as you can tonight. Maybe you can find the joys of the flesh appealing before you loose your beauty." I gave a disgusted look. "Or not I don't give a damn what you choose."

"Goodnight Madame."