A frigid winter wind blew across the barren cemetery, rattling the bare tree branches. A lone figure dressed in a black cloak knelt near one of the graves, his head bent in respect. He shivered slightly but otherwise made no reaction to the sudden breeze. As another gust of air whipped across the graveyard a small group approached the gates. As the group grew nearer the gates it became apparent that it consisted of a nun wearing a very large head covering pushing an elderly man in a wheelchair. The figure in the cloak heard their rather loud approach and jerked his head up, scanning the cemetery. He suddenly spotted the couple and ducked behind a nearby tree.
The nun pushed the man toward the grave the cloaked figure had been kneeling by. The man made a small hand gesture and the nun respectfully backed off a short distance. He rose slowly and painstakingly made his way to the grave. He gently lay down the single white rose he had bought earlier for this occasion. But something on the grave caught his attention. Next to his beautiful white rose rested an equally beautiful red one, tied with a black silk ribbon. He looked up in confusion and fear, but saw no one. He carefully got off the ground, still looking around. Just as he was about to dismiss the incident as coincidence the black cloaked figure crept out from behind the tree.
The old man gasped at the sight of the familiar masked visage but the cloaked figure made no move toward him. He merely nodded in the man's direction then toward the grave. The man nodded slowly and both figures knelt down by the grave. Their flowers lay in front of them and the old enemies paid respect together, united over the memory of the woman they both loved.
United over Christine Daae.