Erik didn't say a word at what Christine had said a second before, he simply unzipped her Masquerade gown, brushed the sleeves off her shoulders, and pulled the skirt down to her ankles. At the same moment, Christine undid the button on Erik's cloak and sent it to the floor. She unbuttoned a few buttons from his shirt, and tugged on his sleeves. They leaned their heads together, and softly kissed. But the softness didn't last, and they went back to what they were doing before. Erik lifted Christine up off the ground, carried her to a nearby door she hadn't noticed before, opened the door, went down many, many steps, and finally arrived in the Opera's basement.
"Had this been damaged by the fire?" Christine curiously asked.
"Of course not, it was built on a lake!"
"Oh." Christine was still curious, if they had ever noticed he still lived here, or if he even did still live there, or if it was a temporary thing.
He carried her to the swan bed, which was there before. He laid her down, and he lay down next to her. She was leaning herself against the frame, while he leaned his head against her neck, and picked up where they left off.

***

Raoul ran out of the carriage as fast as he could. He ran into Monseur Firmin and Andre, but ignored them. He soon caught up to the still-intoxicated Meg.
"Meg! Is that you?"
"I'm me, but I don't know about you are!"
"Meg, this is serious. Have you seen Christine?"
"Christine, yeaah."
"Where?"
"She got here, like, an hour ago, buddy."
"Don't call me that. Now where did she go?"
"She went off with V..."
"Who the hell is V?"
"I dunno. But they went into that dooooooor..."
Raoul left Meg behind and ran across all the Masqueraders and through the door. He lit a candle, and saw a white, pine-green and purple Masquerade gown, as well as a black cloak. He also noticed an open door. He rushed through it, without even thinking. He ran down many, many, many stairs, getting lost every once in a while and fell through the occasional trap door. After a long while of stairs, stairs, and more stairs, he finally came to a candle-lit lair. He passed an organ, a palace of scary voodoo dolls, and finally, a corner with a bed shaped like a swan. The curtain was up, and he kept himself well-hidden.
He saw two people. He saw a slim woman with dark, curly hair resting, almost sleeping, next to a barely-awake man with blonde-brown hair and... his face... Raoul then realized what happened.
He walked up to them, and fearlessly said, "Christine, how could you?