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Chapter 6
Christine lay flopped on her bed, staring at the ceiling above her. A part of her wanted to think about what time had just shown her, and another part wanted to forget everything. She decided to compromise with herself, and read the note Erik had left her again.
Christine-
You passed out yesterday and I brought you back here.
Erik
She allowed herself a wry smile, then brought her thoughts back around to what time had shown her. What was it she needed to fix? What did the scenes time had shown her have to do with fixing something?
She propped herself up against the old wood headboard. Trying to fight it but unable to, Erik's battered face appeared in her mind again. Christine let her eyes drift shut. Why am I here? Why was I chosen to fix this?
Reluctantly, she pulled her covers off and got ready for that day's rehearsal.
Erik stared at his mask-less reflection in the mirror. So this was what he would look like if he never had had the surgery.
He was trying to distract himself, he knew. The fact that somehow, he had traveled 142 years into the past was a bit much. There was also the question of why he had traveled 142 years into the past. And those memories! They definitely seemed to be his, but they couldn't be! Besides, there was a certain hollow quality about them, and the feelings during them didn't seem to make sense. He was sure he had never seen that Raoul before, and yet he remembered being jealous of him! And in those memories… well… he was quite sure that in them he was in love with Christine. But that couldn't be! Could it?