A/N: I now turn to Phantom for the next chapter, maybe two

Phantom disappeared back into his artistic domain. He thought back to the night that had just passed. Why had Christine wanted to stay? Was there hope yet? Phantom looked back at the mirror, longing to go to Christine once again. He dreaded going back to his lonesome house on the glassy lake. But he went.

He put himself to bed, not in great state of mind. He was worried, why he did not know. He slept not nearly enough. The first thing he did when he woke up the next morning was start playing the same love song that he had played for Christine the night before. He closed his eyes and listened to his work. He heard the siren in his lake going off. Who would be up this early in the Opera House? He got up and walked out of the house, ready to attack the intruder. He saw his boat rowing across the lake. Someone was inside it. He knew they hadn't spotted him yet, so he dove into the lake. He swam up beside the boat, making sure to cause a little bit of noise. The face looked over the edge and down into the water. The Phantom surged upward, with his arms outstretched so that he could get a good hold on the foolish perpetrator. He heard the victim squeal. He suddenly let go and felt like kicking himself. He had attacked Christine! Christine looked shocked but forgiving. Her attitude always surprised Phantom. She was so kind and forgiving, a good girl. "I'm sorry Christine." Phantom managed. Christine nodded. "It is okay, you didn't know." She replied, her tone sweet and loving. She held out her hand. Phantom took it welcomingly and she helped him into the boat. Phantom grabbed the oar and rowed her to his house. He helped her out of the boat.

They walked back into the house. "Tell me, what are you doing up this early, Christine?" Phantom asked after giving her a bagel to eat. Christine was silent for a moment. "I simply wanted to return is all." Phantom once again was intrigued. She seemed to like him much more than he ever thought anyone possibly could. Was there hope? He asked himself that question over and over. The Phantom somehow found courage. "Christine, I love you." He said. Christine's face brightened. Phantom waited for her to back away, frightened out of her wits. "I know. I love you too." She replied. Phantom looked into her face. Her eyes, her beautiful eyes, looked truthful. It seemed she really meant it. Could anyone ever really love the Phantom? He had never thought so, but Christine seemed to be different. They had breakfast together. Then Phantom played her more songs on the organ. They had a wonderful time, considering they were underneath an Opera House. Phantom never wanted Christine to leave. But eventually he had to escort her back to her room. He saw the resentful face of the woman. She really wanted to be with him. He really wanted her to be with him.

But Phantom grew lonelier than ever when Christine seemed to disappear. Not even the Viscount knew what had become of her. Phantom stalked the Opera House and listened to the Managers. It seemed that Christine was in the hospital. Phantom would have gone to see her, but he didn't know the way. He wondered if she was okay. Months went by. No Christine. Phantom gave up hope. He was sure that she had died.

E woke one morning to the sound of his siren. He rushed out, not in the mood to see anyone at the moment. He looked out over the lake. There she was. She was rowing the boat across the lake. Phantom stared as she reached the shore and got out. She walked over to him with a smile, such a sweet, tender smile. Phantom felt warmth as she wrapped her loving arms around him. He had never been hugged before. But Christine wasn't any girl; she had a good heart, one that the Phantom could not resist. Christine looked up into Phantom's eyes. "I have missed you." She said softly. Phantom nodded, "As I have missed you." Christine took his hand and led him into his bed room. He wasn't used to being led, but he would get used to anything for her.

"Christine, did you catch cold from being here so much? Is that why you were away all those months?" Phantom asked as he sat down beside her worriedly. Christine shook her head. "Oh no Phantom. I have some wonderful news for you."

A/N: You will never guess what I've got in store! Or maybe you will, but I highly doubt it! Thanks to all my reviewers!