As soon as they got back from the day, Jeslyn immediately went down through the mirror. It was much later than she had thought. She thought that they would have gotten back to The Opera Populaire at, by the latest, noon. But it was now 8 pm. "Erik, Erik. Where are you? Erik!" Jeslyn began to get distressed. "Could he have left? No, he can't, the curse won't let him." She thought to herself. She started to run to the lair, "ERIK! ERIK!" She ran into the lair, he wasn't there. Jeslyn fell down in despair and began to cry. She was crying so hard that she didn't hear Erik come running from behind her. He picked her up off the ground and held her in his arms. "Oh my god Jeslyn, what's wrong? Shhh, its okay, nothing's going to hurt you. I'm here, it's okay. What's wrong? Shhh, deep breaths, relax. There you go." She slowly stopped crying and got a hold of herself. "I couldn't find you. I couldn't find you. You weren't here, I thought you were gone. I thought you had left. I thought I would never see you again." She repeated over and over. He carried her over to his bed and sat down, still holding her in is arms. When she was finally relaxed, he put her down next to him. He got up and began to pace, his pacing growing more and more angry, "So where did you go today?" he asked. It was a double question. The Phantom's mood had changed from concerned to angry. "The whole cast went out to breakfast, I thought we would be back by noon. But then they wanted to go around town, see a movie, and shop." Erik stopped pacing and stared at her, "And since when did you hang out with the cast so much. You always seem to avoid their company if you could." He turned his back to her and waited for her response. Jeslyn carefully chose her words, she had to make her lies believable, for everyone's sake, "I can't do that forever. They're like distant family; I need to get to know them better. They're not all that bad." At this The Phantom spun around at her, "I assume you're talking about Devon." There was no response from Jeslyn. "EVERY MINUTE THAT YOU AREN'T WITH ME, OR AREN'T ON THAT STAGE YOU'RE WITH THAT BLOODY BASTARD! WHAT HAS HE EVER GIVEN YOU? HUH? WHAT!" The Phantom moved threateningly toward Jeslyn, who backed father back onto the bed. He followed her and pinned her to the bed by the wrists and was sitting over her. "Stop it! Stop it! Why won't you let me explain!" Jeslyn screamed at him. His hold lessened a bit, but he didn't get off of her, "He gave me you. He gave me you. If he hadn't have given me this part, I never would have met you," she sobbed. Erik got off of her and walked to the other side of the room and leaned against the wall, his back turned to her. "Erik?" she asked with a concerned tone. "These past couple of days you haven't been yourself, Jeslyn. You always seem to be crying or distressed about something every time I see you. What's wrong?" He started walking toward her. Jeslyn didn't know if he was going to hurt her or comfort her, so she backed away. He stopped when he saw her response, "I care about you Jeslyn, I love you. I don't want to hurt you, but you have me puzzled." Jeslyn took a deep breath; her acting had to pay off. She got up and walked toward Erik, "It's okay, nothing's wrong. I'm just stressed; opening night is tomorrow you know." Erik pulled her closer to him and looked down at her, "That's what you keep saying. And for some strange reason, my gut keeps telling me that it's something else. What is it really, please don't lie to me." He looked so concerned that for a moment Jeslyn considered telling him what was wrong, but then remembered what was at stake. "I'm just over tired," she put her arms around his waist, "Please don't ever leave me, I don't know what I would do with out you."