met Raoul in the dining room. He pulled out a chair and pushed me into it, and than seated himself.
"Jaclyn left this morning to fetch some things for you from the opera house, Why?" he asked demandingly. "Are you contacting that thing?" Then I courageously told him,
"No! why would I? There were some things that were left in my dressing room that I wanted, Thats all," after that, we started breakfast in silence. I kept wondering, 'where is Jaclyn now? I hope she is ok'

Jaclyn's POV
I walked through the muddy streets, approaching the opera house. It did not burn to the ground, It just got burned quite badly. They still put on operas there. I went inside and located Madame Giry, teaching young ballerinas a simple dance sequence.
"Thats good girls! now piroette, good!" she dictated to them. I walked up slowly and tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around and looked at me and asked sternly,
"Who are you and what is your business here?"
I replied, "I am Jaclyn, and I have a letter for someone from Ms. Christine Daae,"
"Let me see it then," she said.
I gave her the envelope and she sighed,
"You'd better deliver this in person. Meg!" she yelled, and a blonde dancer, older than the little bellet rats, came out. "Can you dictate this class? I have some, er, business to attend to," Meg seemed to understand, for she nodded and picked up the class where Madame Giry left off.
"Come. follow me," Madame Giry told me, and we were off. She led me into a dressing room, and touched some places on the mirror, which opened to reveal a passage. She walked calmly through it as if it was an everyday occurance. I followed, and after about 10 minutes, we came to a lake, with a gondola sitting in the water. The Madame gestured for me to help her row, and we were off. We rowed in silance, for it was much work for us, since we were not very physically fit. At last we came to the shore, and I saw what seemed to be a lair. There was an organ, and a magnificent swan bed draped in red silk linens. Sitting at the organ was a figure draped in black and playing one of the saddest tunes I had ever heard, and singing along in italian.
e nei suoi occhi
tutta la tristezza
del mondo.
quegli occhi sbiaditi
che sia ha minacciato
che adoro.

I translated his words into english for I had taken italian in school

And in his eyes
all the sadness
of the world.
those faded eyes
that both threatened
and adored.

I knew these words must have been spoken by someone else. Then the Madame Cleared her throat and the man turned around abruptly. I saw a white mask covering half of his face, and a frown on his lips.
"Who is that, Antoinette?" he asked sternly. "I thought I told you not to bering anyone down here who I don't know," Madame Giry opened her mouth to tell him something, but I knew that I could speak for myself.
"I am Jaclyn, the personal maid of Christine Daae. I walked all the way over here with a letter from her to you. She needs your help," I told him courageously. It took me alot of negotiating to get this out of the house, with the Viscomte monitoring the mail, but I got it out," and I held out the letter to him.