Okay guys, I am attempting to learn a little French, however, I suck… I am trying to practice by throwing words in every once in a while, please bear with me 

Erik's POV

I stared at her as question after question poured out. I could hardly believe that this was the same, extremely shy girl that I had taught, comforted, practically raised… I could do this, I just need to slow her down a bit.

"Christine…" I trailed off as she stared at me expectantly.

" My name is Erik… Giry" I said, adopting my surrogate parent's name.

"Are you related to Madame Giry?" "Distantly" "Oh"

"I am 32 yrs. old, and yes, this is where I live." "oh"

She stared at me so complacently and trustingly (not sure if that's a word), that all I could do for a moment was stare at her. Gathering my wits I asked

"How old are you now? I lost track"

"Nine, my birthday is in two months."

"Okay, how were your sisters?" I was worried about them, because Christine was the eldest she got far worse, but nevertheless… What had always amazed me most was the fact that a 7 year old child had managed to hide every scar from the world, as well as keep her disgusting father's attention on herself, protecting her sisters. I was the only one she had confided in, she told me herself.

I was snapped out of my reverie when she started talking again

"Maestro? I 'm hungry, do you have anything to eat?"

"Call me Erik, and I believe that I can find something for you." I got up and walked away.

By the time I had gotten back, she was fast asleep. After checking to make sure she would be okay, I wrote her a note telling her I had gone out, set the tray down on a nightstand beside the bed, I went looking for Mme. Giry.

Christine's POV

I woke up knowing that my maestro was not there. Erik, I told myself. Call him Erik, he is your teacher no more. I saw the plate and my stomach told me that I should do something about the heaping plate. There was some cheeses, some exotic looking fruits, bread, and a glass of milk. I trusted mon ange, however, I trusted no one with my food, esp. if it had been sitting out. My stomach disagreed with my reasoning however, and soon, all food had been consumed.

After a bit of wondering around I found an organ, and a violin. I had always loved to play organ and was learning to play violin. I absently picked up the violin, still thinking of mon maestro. I began to play a song that everybody told me was complicated, but that I had always found quite easy. When it came to Anmita's part in Point of No Return, I began to sing along. After all, why practice one when you can practice two?

"Past the Point of No Return…"

"What the Hell!"