"Raoul, how could you?"
Christine looked at her husband softly, innocently. Could this be the end of us? Christine thought. A thousand emotions swirled through her at once-- shock, anger, fear, hurt, denial, and not to mention that dizzyness and persistent headache to go along. Christine watched as the officers took Raoul up the stairs.
"Come on, Christine, zet's go," Madame Giry grabbed Christine's arm, and took her up the many stairs, Erik and Meg not too far behind.
When the four of them finally reached the door, room, and finally the front room, there were maids everywhere, cleaning Christine's blood from the floors and wall.
"It'z amazing how much blood is in ze body." Madame Giry said, breaking the awkward silence. The sight of her own blood caused Christine to suddenly vomit.
"Aw, no..." Meg sighed, "Cleanup!"
Another maid came and mopped the vomit from the floor.
Erik turned Christine around. "Anything wrong?"
"No, I'm alright, it's ju--" Christine doubled over and vomited again on Erik's foot. The maid turned around and immediately began at the new mess, completely abandoning the other two.
Christine looked up. "I'm feeling much better now."
"Ve need to get you home now," Madame Giry added. She took Christine out of the doors and across the sidewalks, filled with newspaper reporters and others who wanted to know about last night's Masquerade Murder. Erik followed close behind.
Madame Giry gave orders to the driver, and opened the cab for Christine to get in. Erik caught up while Madame showed the driver where to go.
Christine looked at Erik from the carriage. "I'll write a letter!"
"I'll be waiting!"
Madame Giry closed the door, and the cab started away, as the rain began to fall. All of the crowds were still trying to find their way into the building as Madame Giry pushed her way through. Christine waved her hand to Erik as she left, and he returned the wave. The rain started harder. Erik stared at the carriage until it was no longer in sight.
Christine looked at her husband softly, innocently. Could this be the end of us? Christine thought. A thousand emotions swirled through her at once-- shock, anger, fear, hurt, denial, and not to mention that dizzyness and persistent headache to go along. Christine watched as the officers took Raoul up the stairs.
"Come on, Christine, zet's go," Madame Giry grabbed Christine's arm, and took her up the many stairs, Erik and Meg not too far behind.
When the four of them finally reached the door, room, and finally the front room, there were maids everywhere, cleaning Christine's blood from the floors and wall.
"It'z amazing how much blood is in ze body." Madame Giry said, breaking the awkward silence. The sight of her own blood caused Christine to suddenly vomit.
"Aw, no..." Meg sighed, "Cleanup!"
Another maid came and mopped the vomit from the floor.
Erik turned Christine around. "Anything wrong?"
"No, I'm alright, it's ju--" Christine doubled over and vomited again on Erik's foot. The maid turned around and immediately began at the new mess, completely abandoning the other two.
Christine looked up. "I'm feeling much better now."
"Ve need to get you home now," Madame Giry added. She took Christine out of the doors and across the sidewalks, filled with newspaper reporters and others who wanted to know about last night's Masquerade Murder. Erik followed close behind.
Madame Giry gave orders to the driver, and opened the cab for Christine to get in. Erik caught up while Madame showed the driver where to go.
Christine looked at Erik from the carriage. "I'll write a letter!"
"I'll be waiting!"
Madame Giry closed the door, and the cab started away, as the rain began to fall. All of the crowds were still trying to find their way into the building as Madame Giry pushed her way through. Christine waved her hand to Erik as she left, and he returned the wave. The rain started harder. Erik stared at the carriage until it was no longer in sight.
***
Ten long hours later, Christine finally arrived in front of her home. Another carriage was there, bringing Raoul out as well. She bravely left the cab, when an officer stopped her and told her, "Your husband has been put under house arrest for the next year."
"This'll be fun," she sarcastically told herself.