A/N: Hey guys, Second chapter's up! I know the last chapter was a bit short. I only wanted to get something uploaded. This one is longer. Third chapter is on it's way.

Disclaimer: Again, these characters do not belong to me (exceptions being OCs).

Madame Giry ran up the cobblestone stairs. But instead of going strait on to the third cellar, she turned right. Soon she found herself standing on the other side of the large mirror in her room. Climbing through to the other side, something caught her eye. It was an envelope sealed with the infamous red wax seal, and tied with a kohl black ribbon. On the front face it said "Annie" in the Opera Ghost's signature flowing handwriting. Hands slightly shaking, she broke the seal and began to read the letter.

Dearest Annie,

I realise we have not spoken in a while, but I must ask you a favour. Meet me at the back entrance of the opera house at approximately 11:30. I have placed this letter on your bedside dresser only moments after you left to attend the ballet rehearsal. Just know that everything happens for a reason.

If you are reading this, it means that everything has gone to plan. Though I must note that the corps de ballet were, as usual, spectacular under your instruction. Meg is a beautiful dancer. She takes after you. P.T.O.

Do not worry about Miss Christine Daae. Know that I would never hurt her.

Yours,

Erik

P.S: Your bags have already been packed.

The ballet mistress stared at the last sentence with a confused look plastered over her face. Surely, she thought, he doesn't want me to- Oh. He is asking me to come with him. She looked around the room in search of her bags. Sure enough, the were lying in the corner near the door. Not everything had been packed; only essentials. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

"Come in!" Madame Giry said as she gathered up her outer cloak and coat, completely clueless as to who was behind the door. Slowly, the door creaked open and the face of stage hand, Louis Masson, poked his way round the door.

"Pardon, Madame, I am here to collect your bags. May I come in?" he said. She nodded. Louis began to collect the suitcases but before he left the room, Madame Giry called after him, "Louis! Where are they going?"

"To the back entrance, Madame."

"Have you any idea where they will be going after that?"

"No, Madame."

"And who asked you to take them there?"

"Oh, Madame, I can not say."

"Who was it, Louis?"

"Although I did not see his face, Madame, I think it was the opera ghost!"

Poor Louis, she thought, He looks terribly ill!

"Okay, Louis, that will be all."

"Madame?"

"Yes, Louis."

"Madame, I am just letting you know that the little ballerinas were evacuated immediately after the, um, incident."

"Thank you, Louis."

"No problem, Madame."

Louis makes his way out the door, carrying the bags, and makes his way down the back exit. Madame Giry is left in her room.