Chapter Two
The next time Madame Giry visited the Phantom was a couple of days later. To her amazement the whole cavern was in complete darkness.
"Er. . .hello?" she said timidly.
A pathetic little voice rang out from the depth of the dark.
"Hello?" it said pitifully.
"What happened?" said Madame Giry feeling her way in the blackness.
"The candles ran out." the voice replied.
"Oh dear, I thought this would happen, I mean there are a lot of candles."
"Yes." agreed the voice from somewhere up ahead.
"Well why don't you use the electric lights until Christine visits you in twenty years time." She said matter-of-factly and flicked a switch on the wall.
The phantom was curled up into a ball against the organ.
"How long did they last?" she asked sympathetically.
"About fifteen minutes after you left." He replied getting to his feet.
"Oh I have something for you." said Madame Giry producing a miniature from her pocket.
The phantom stared at the little baby depicted in the tiny golden frame.
"Erm. . .who's this?" he asked, confused.
"Oh, that's Christine." She replied brightly.
"That's nice, but I think I'll just go and play my piano for a bit." said the young phantom.
"Phantom, Phantom, Phantom." said Madam Giry shaking her head. "How are you ever going to get unnaturally obsessed with her with that attitude?" He stared at his shoes ashamedly. "Now, no composing until you've stared at her for at least. . .let's say three hours." The Phantom sat on the edge of the stream and stared at the portrait solemnly.
Madame Giry smiled. "I brought some clay" she said. "So we can make a proper mask" she gestured to a bucket that lay in the doorway. She retrieved it and they both set to work.
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