This chapter has a new version of "Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again" that I wrote but I don't own any of it.

Christine walked off the train in Cairo and started towards the market as she did in Alexandria. Even though they both were under Persian rule, the people dressed different.

In the market, Christine heard a familiar voice that she was happy to hear.

"The famous Erik, Nadir and Caroletta have written another wonderful opera. This one is about a young girl struggling to find her way in the Persian living. It is called 'Persian Girl'." The man that chanted this walked down the street. Christine couldn't tell if he was selling tickets or the play itself but she needed to talk to Nadir.

Caroletta walked into a big fur covered tent. This tent is her's. Inside the tent was her poodle, the same poodle Firmir and Andre gave her four year before.

"Andre, my lovely baby. You need a bath. I wish Nadir would come home with more money. We have little to live off." Caroletta played with her dog.

"I'm sorry, young girl but I am not aloud to let you in Erik's domain even if you were the darling, Christine Daae. He told me never to disturb him while he is writing his music or drawing his pictures. He has a major temper."

"I know, I know him from years back. Please at least tell me where he lives. I was sent a letter from him. He told me to find you."

"A letter? No, I can't. If you need to see him, you need to wait until the opera opens in a month. He won't leave his piano until then. Now please, tell me you have a place to stay?"

"No Nadir."

"You should never call me that, Monsieur Moyar."

"You told me once to call you Nadir."

"Well, times change."

"When did you know my husband?" Caroletta came out after listening to them fight.

"Four years ago… Caroletta?"

"Are you one of the chorus girls from Opera Populaire?"

"Yes."

"Then leave Mademoiselle. Erik has no use for you anymore." The girl turned and left.

Christine walked away from the only two people who could help her find her 'Angel of Music.' She then thought about the only thing they had shared together, his music.

"But Caroletta said he didn't need me anymore. Oh, they didn't know who I am," Christine thought to herself.

" You where once my one mentor, you where there for me. You were once a friend and teacher, then you were torn from me.

Wishing you were somehow here with me, wishing you were somehow near. Sometime it seemed, if I just singed, somehow you would be here. Wishing I could see your face again, knowing it may never show. Thinking of you, won't help me to do all that I wish I could. "

Erik stopped playing his piano to find something worth eating in his tent. The food he ate was never cooked and very dry. As he was searching, he heard a voice sing a song that was altered from the one he had heard many years ago.

" Passing tents and small houses old and very light, seem for you the wrong housing, you once lived in darkness.

Too many years, fighting back tears, why can't I just find you!

Wishing you where somehow here with me, know you have said good-bye. Try to forgive, help me again, give me the strength to love. No more memories, no more silent tears, no more gazing back at all those years. Help me to love again, help me to love again! "

"Christine?" Erik muttered to himself, "What do I do? Sing!"

" Angel of music, you have found me. Why are you here, angel? " Erik sang.

" Angel of music, hide no longer. Come to me my, angel, " Christine answered.

The man with the beautiful voice stepped out a black tent that was hidden in the shadows.

"Is this dark enough for you, Christine?"

"Erik! I received your letter, I had to come." Erik walked towards Christine.

"Christine, I missed you so much. Are you still married the Viconte?"

"How can you tell?"

"You walk, talk, dress as if you are a Vicontess. I could tell if you weren't, you wouldn't dress in clothes like that or talk the way you do."

"Erik." Erik went back into his tent and shut the curtain door.

"How? Why?" Erik yelled.

"Erik?"

" Go now, go now and leave me! " Erik sang. He heard the girl outside his tent cry and run away. He didn't care though. She came back for him but as long as she was married he couldn't be loved in return.

Christine ran away from Erik, crying. She ran back to where Nadir and Caroletta lived.

"Nadir?"

"Young lady, didn't I tell you not to disturb Erik?"

"I am Vicontess Christine De Chaney."

"Christine Daae?"

"Yes."

"I am so sorry, I didn't know."

"Can you give him this note? I need him to read it, to know how I feel. Thank you." Christine walked away, back to the train.