Ok, I apologize for the last line of my last chapter. Although no one caught it, when I was listening to Les Mis, I was listening to Javert's suicide, and I was like, "Oh snaps!" because he says "speaking of Jean Val Jean is he from heaven or from Hell?" so yea, sorry about that.

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Christine's POV-

As I awoke from my sleep, I felt a splitting headache pounding my head, and I resisted from moaning, afraid for a moment I was somewhere… questionable.

"I don't care about if I see Raoul…. I want to go home!" I heard from somewhere next to me.

I shot my groggy eyes open, and I found myself looking at the ceiling of the ballet dormitories, but I wasn't comforted at finding myself back home, I wanted to find who spoke, no, sobbed Raoul's name.

I rolled over to the direction of the noise. Fleur was curled up on her bed, her eyes hidden in the folds of her now wet dress.

"Fleur?" I gasped, hardly more than a whisper. 'How does she know of a Raoul, unless a different one, but it could be Raoul, my old Raoul?' I thought, bringing back memories of my childhood.

Fleur snapped her head up off of her knees and quickly wiped her red, puffy eyes.

"Fleur," I said, trying to explain what all was dashing through my head.

"You heard it." She said, looking as if she told a gypsy where her riches were.

"Raoul." I said, trying to clarify what Raoul she meant. "Raoul De Changy."

"Yes…" She said, hardly more that a squeak. From the look on her face when I had let the last syllable of Raoul's name come from my tongue, I knew what she was going to say.

"You know him." I said, a little harsher than it was meant to be.

She hesitated before saying haltingly, "I've heard…quite a bit about him… and i… wanted to… see him..."

The uncalled for anger and desire to know if she knew Raoul was released, and I closed my eyes before dropping my head back onto my pillow.

All the days spent with Raoul came back to mind, and I saw from a little girl's view the sea house, and play dates with him, and I slowly fell back asleep, dreaming of Raoul.

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Katey's POV-

I calmed down after a bit, and I now turned my thoughts away from my miseries, and instead tried to answer the question of who that mysterious man was.

The only person that I could think of that could move so stealthy and agile was either Batman, or Erik.

'I'm thinking out of the two, it was most likely Erik.' I silently chuckled, laughing at the hilarity of batman in 19th century Paris.

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Still Katey's POV

I had fallen asleep after hours of tossing and turning, haunted by thoughts of who that person was. It was early in the morning, and even though I had just awoken, I knew it was the day I would see Raoul.

Dawn was only a new idea to the crisp fall air, but I was already awake, and I thought it pointless to pretend to sleep any longer, so I leapt out of bed, and started on my morning routine.

After the sun had risen only a little over the horizon the girls in the dormitory started to awaken with the light of the new sun.

"Fleur, you're up early…" Meg said traces of sleep in her vocals.

"I know. I'm exited about tonight!" I said, laughing, for some random unexplained reason thinking of something of something Clair said about Christine. "If Christine had read her horoscope in Vogue, NONE OF THIS WOULD HAVE HAPPENED!" She yelled at the screen at the second chapel part. The only thing Clair loved more than Raoul and Phantom of the Opera was Vogue.

"Hannibal's tonight!" I said, a little loud as I did a perfect pirouette.

"A little eager are we?" laughed Christine, who hopefully forgot what happened last night.

"A little?" Meg exclaimed, tossing a pillow at me.

"Just a tiny bit!" I exclaimed, imagining Raoul giving his "I'm the awesome new patron" speech.

I looked out the window to see the sun rise, a ball or fiery red. I knew that today was going to be a good day.

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Aren't those the famous last words though? That and "I'm not going to get hurt" and then you wind up with a concussion.

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