Erik dragged a sobbing Sarah through the dark and twisting path to his lair. "I thought you were different!" He yelled at her as she tried to jerk away. "But you weren't! Just another girl, you fall in love and BETRAY me!"

Sarah pulled rather hard and screamed in pain as she felt her right shoulder pop out of place.

Erik ignored this, or perhaps didn't notice as he dragged her into a boat, forcing her into the front. He began to guide the boat as Sarah sobbed into the deck, feeling each pain three times what it was.

"I shouldn't have left that note for Andre." Sarah turned herself, so she was now facing Erik. "It was just a note, and I asked him not to interfere!"

"Of course he'd have interfered; he wouldn't have left a child to the hands of a madman!" Erik shot back, grabbing her left arm and dragging her into the deepest part of his lair, a secluded, dark room with only one door. Throwing her in, he locked it, leaving her alone.

Sarah sat in the darkness, her shoulder throbbing and her heart in pieces. She had to get the shoulder back into socket. Her shoulder had dislocated before, once when her drunken father attacked her.

She rotated her arm so that it faced away from her and stuck it out to the side. She rotated it slowly upwards, and then raised it. It didn't work the first time, so she brought it up again, and screamed as the shoulder slid into place along with excruciating pain, but then relief.

She sighed in relief, and then began to get her breathing under control.

Meanwhile, the Officers were trying to get back into the Phantom's lair. The entrance that Madame Giry and the Vicomte had used before was now blocked, and the mirror remained as solid as ever.

"Continuez à regarder! Nous devons trouver une entrée!" The head constable, Monsieur Abel, ordered the others after yet another failed search. "How's the stagehand doing?" he asked one officer, a man named Babinaux.

"Parler encore anglais, monsieur. Nous ne savons pas ce qu'il dit. Je pense qu'il est en état de choc." Babinaux scratched his head. "I picked up on a few words though, I think he was in love with Miss Eklund."

Abel went to see Richard, who was currently in his room, muttering things in English. Abel could see his eyes were red from crying.

"Avez-vous l'aimez?" he asked Richard, who nodded.

"Oui," Richard replied, his eyes filling up with tears again. He began yelling in English again, and Abel had no idea what he was saying.

"Don't worry, we'll find her." He told Richard in French.

Author's Note

Nearing the end, my friendly friends! Send reviews, love and Oreos!

TRANSLATIONS:

1: (French) Keep looking! We must find an entry!

2: (French) Still speaking English, sir. We do not know what he says. I think he's in shock.

3: (French) Do you love her?

-ATLK