Christine was changing into a frilly purple dress for dinner when William knocked on her door.

"Dinner time!" He shouted, "Clean up and get down here!"

Christine said "Ok" and continued changing into the dress; she could hear Mr. Patrick walking back down the stairs. She then heard Victoria and Mary, whispering desperately outside the door.

"He didn't see us! Did he?" one asked frantically,

"No...I don't think he looked, even though the door was open." one assured.

Christine opened the door, seeing how she was done dressing. And walked right into Victoria and Mary's conversation.

"Excuse me...but what are you afraid he saw?" Christine asked, very curiously.

"He...well...we think he saw us practicing our ballet." Mary whispered.

"Why would you be worried about that?" Christine was confused.

"He doesn't like ballet." Victoria said, "you see...when he was a child, no more than 6, his mother left. Because of her ballet. She was brilliant, well known, but she became too obsessed, and left her family in search of fame."

"Of course," Mary said, "His father thought she'd never find fame, but she did. And she never came back. No one knows where she is now, or even if she's still alive."

"But we love ballet, and we're not too bad at it. We want to escape from here and join an Opera, or a ballet. But every time he catches us practicing it brings back all his bad memories. And he punishes us.

"We want to leave, we've tried before, but there's guards everywhere...we can't get out."

Christine now knew that the reason for William's harshness was his childhood. She didn't hate him anymore. She felt sorry for him, much the same feeling she felt towards Erik once. A long time ago.
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Raoul and Erik quietly exited the Inn that morning; they didn't want to draw any more attention to themselves. Getting back in their carriage, Raoul checked the address again.

"We're nearly there." He said, plainly.

"Oh yay!" Said Erik, a little too excitedly.

After another hour of traveling, (and many 'are we there yet?'s from Erik) They arrived outside of the gate of the enormous estate. Parking the carriage, Raoul got out.

"I am here to retrieve Ms. DaaƩ." he said to the nearest guard.

"Yes, yes, of course. Do you have the francs?" The guard asked, bored.

"Of course I have them! What do you take me for? An idiot?" Raoul obviously had a plan, "I am not giving you your money until I see Ms. DaaƩ."

"Jon!" Yelled the guard. Another guard came promptly.

"What is the problem here?" asked the other guard.

"He doesn't have the money."

"Yes I do!" interrupted Raoul.

"Are you sure?" said the first guard, grabbing him with great force.

The other guard helped the first, and they got Raoul into a pair of handcuffs, first they searched him, just in case he did have the money. And upon finding out that he didn't, they opened the large wrought-iron gate and took him away.

"Buh-Bye!" Exclaimed Erik happily, as Raoul was taken away. But just then he spotted a butterfly, fluttering through the now-open gates.

"Oooh" Erik said happily, chasing the butterfly.

He chased it all the way around to the other side of the estate, before he had lost track of it. There where no guards around on account of them dealing with Raoul. Erik spotted an open door in the back of the estate, and went through it. Finding what was obviously the servants quarters, and kitchen of the estate.

"Oooh" he said once more, wandering off into a mess of pots and pans. The maids and chefs weren't present, seeing how they where having dinner with William, Mary, Victoria, and Christine.

He quickly got bored of the kitchen, and found another exit out of it, leading into a great hall on what was the first floor of the estate. He spotted the large spiral staircase, and had a sudden urge to climb to the top, and then ride down on the railing. And so he started climbing the stairs.

Upon reaching the top, he completely forgot about the railings and noticed the tiles on the floor of this corridor of the house.

"HOPSCOTCH!" he yelled, starting his game through the hall.