They descended deeper and deeper into the opera house. Meg kept prattling until sudden screams stopped the line of girls. Meg grabbed Christine's hand and pulled her to the front. They couldn't see much around the costumes, but Christine saw a sickening pool of red on the floor.
"It's the opera ghost! I know it!" A woman screamed.
Murmurs drifted through the crowd. Suddenly Madame Giry appeared, "back to the dormitories. Now!" She snapped.
There was a sudden crash and madame Giry pushed Meg and Christine away back into the crowd of girls. Several of them screamed and ran away in fear. Christine got separated from Meg while she tried to catch up. She was paralyzed in fear in the workshops of the opera. She backed up against a wall trying to think of how she they came here.
"You should not be here." A low voice said.
"I am lost Monsieur, it is but my first day here." Christine looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears. She bit her lip.
"What is your name?" He asked.
"Christine Daae, Monsieur." She said, she looked at her feet.
"The daughter of Gustave?" He asked gently.
"He's dead." She said bitterly.
"Ah," he said, "come let's return you. They will be missing you."
Christine nodded silently and followed the man back up the stairs. He indicated to her to follow the flights to arrive back to the dormitories.
"Monsieur?" Christine asked.
The man turned halfway towards her, "yes?"
"Is there a chapel? In the opera? Where I can pray for my father's soul?" Christine's lower lip began to quiver.
"Ask Madame Giry and she will show you the way. When it is safe." He added.
Christine nodded numbly and turned to head up the stairs.