I never thought that I would ever have the oppurtunity to be near the Phantom. I can't explain my feelings... they're so mixed. I'm frightened, yet at the same time... I don't know...

Chapter Two: What lies ahead?

"Come... let us go." he said gently to me, yet at the same time, demandingly. I nodded my head in agreement and started to follow him once again. I wanted to ask him about all this stuff that I was carrying. All these music sheets, accessories, and the doll. I wanted to ask him badly, but for whatever reason I couldn't even open my mouth. He looked back at me for a moment, looking me in the eyes. I of course looked deep within them. Eyes tell a lot about a person- I could tell that he was hurt... hurt deep inside. I don't know how to deal with someone who is that badly injured inside. I may be a good friend, but when it comes to the inside of their souls... I can't even help them. Which only depresses me.

The Phantom came closer to my face, he didn't blink or anything... he just stayed still staring at me. It made me feel uncomfortable. It was as if he was reading into my soul, wondering if he can trust me or something. I don't know... I'm confused. I noticed him suddenly frown towards me, "You're uncomfortable." I looked down, "I'm sorry... it's just that..." I didn't know what to say to him. I wanted to tell him so much and yet nothing seemed to pop into my head at that moment.

"Don't think about it. Just come." I nodded in agreement and started to follow his lead, into a darker pathway. I barely could see. It was as if three of my senses were cut away from me. I feel horrible! My mind should be on the concern for Christine, yet I seem to be thinking more about... him. He's so mysterious... I can't seem to get him off of my mind.

Voices were echoing throughout the labyrinth. These voices were messing with my mind- chanting about a murderer... sure the Phantom killed a few people, but I'm sure that he did it for a reason, and not for his personal pleasure. Yet... no one seems to think like that at all. They all assume that the Phantom is a mass murderer.

A light... finally a glimmer of light was ahead. I sighed realizing this light shimmering before my very eyes. I then looked over at the Phantom, who now currently sat down in a chair, "You should rest Meg." I didn't think of it before, but after the performance of Don Juan... I was pretty exhausted. I do need some sleep, but where do I sleep? I looked around observing everything in the room. I smiled towards him, slowly walking closer towards him. "But... where do I sleep?"

He seemed to let out a small smile at that question. Seeing him let out a small smile made me feel more comfortable, as if I could easily talk to him now. I finally made it to his chair, where I sat on the ground next to him. "Really... where can I sleep? You just offered me to rest, and I have no where to..."

"Observe my little visionary..." his voice was so calm and warming. The pitch of his voice echoed around my soul. Visionary... he just called me visionary. I blushed a little bit and looked down for a moment. He gently took his hand and with two fingers, made it so that my face was looking into his.

I was hypnotized by his eyes, a small flicker of a candle was reflecting off of them. It made him that attractive. At that very moment, I really wanted to get closer to him. I raised my eyebrow, "Observe what?" He then gave a very inticing look towards me, which made me want him even more. Yet, I knew that he was just toying with me. I knew that he was still in love with Christine... which for some reason tore my heart.

He started to hum. All of his soul was into this tune he was humming. It surrounded me, as if I was the moon and the tune was the glowing ring... circling me. The tune was somewhat haunting, yet at the same time sad. My eyes seemed to close on their own will- I wanted to stay awake, but I couldn't keep them open. "What... What are you doing?" The next thing I knew, I saw black, and only black.