Chapter 5
Christine
Everything was warm, but black. Then I saw a bright light, and it filled me with wonder, I slowly walked towards it. Suddenly, I felt a painful jolt. Then another, then another. The world split in two, and I found myself looking up at Erik's panicked face, aching all over. Then I remembered all that happened, and panic filled me as well. I yelled,
"Meg, Raoul! Are they all right?"
I saw a flash of emotion pass over Erik's face, could it be guilt? He said,
"Do you wish me to leave you and help them instead?"
I could only nod, for my throat was hurting me terribly. He quickly went over to Meg, but I did not see what he did, for my eyelids got heavier and heavier.
Erik
I cannot believe that in my panic I completely forgot about Meghan! Madame Giry would kill me if anything happened to her. I was relieved to find that Meghan was slowly breathing. I then went to the fop, for my Angel, and I found that he was breathing as well, because when he fell, he had turned over face up, and his face was not in the water. I went back to my Christine, leaving Raoul there, and I found that she had fallen asleep. I easily picked her up, and I realized that she was extremely light, and I would need to make sure she had enough food soon. I put her in her bed, and wondered what to do about Meghan and Raoul. I put both Meg and Raoul in the boat, and took Meghan back to her mother on the upper levels. She took only one look at me, and Raoul in the boat, and took Meg back to the house she was staying in, Raoul's. I followed, and put Raoul in the foyer of the house, and quickly left, for it would be dawn soon, and I could not be caught in the light. When I got back to my underground home, I found Christine pacing the floor, obviously worrying. She cried,
"Where are Raoul and Meg?"
I calmly replied,
"They are safe; Madame Giry and I took them back to Raoul's home.
She looked at me in confusion, she hadn't known that.
Meghan and her mother were living with Raoul.
"My dear, you need to change, you are soaked and can't have you getting sick."
Overwhelmed, she complied, as I fixed her breakfast. She barely picked at her food, and out of nowhere she said,
"Thank you, Erik."
"My dear girl, whatever for?"
"For saving my life and letting Raoul live."
I was stunned; I was definitely not looking for gratitude. She quickly changed moods, and fiercely, but apprehensively she said,
"Will you continue to teach me to sing?"