She couldn't bear it. Christine hated it when Erik shut her out. The silent treatment was one thing she couldn't bear. So, in the absence of rehearsals that day, she changed back into her own clothing, lit a candle to light her way, and opened the mirror. Her footsteps echoed endlessly, as though the corridor she was about to walk through was completely empty.
The air was stale, more so than usual. Before she got too far down the tunnel, she turned back and retrieved a scarf from her wardrobe. There was no telling just what breathing that stale air could do to her voice!
She knew enough of the way by memory, having been down to Erik's home quite often for voice lessons, and that made her feel even sillier for the blind way she had run through the corridors when he had been chasing her.
It wasn't until she grew quite near to his home that she grew confused. Usually, Erik would meet her somewhere along the way, if he didn't escort her from the mirror. Though she paid diligent attention most of the time, she never could remember if she was supposed to go left or right at the last fork. She could hear trickling water and knew that the lake was nearby, but she couldn't quite tell what direction it was coming from.
"Erik?" she called, "I've come to apologize." No answer. "Erik?"
She debated for quite a while before finally picking a direction to go.
Unfortunately, she picked wrong, and four steps down the hallway, she laid her foot down, expecting to meet the floor-
-but was met with void.