A moment ago I was with Raoul after I accidentally punched him in the face, but now I'm standing next to him outside the opera house in a pink ball gown.

"What? Raoul, what happened? How did we get here?" Raoul looks at me confused.

"We took a carriage and then walked here."

"That's not what I mean Raoul. I mean, a moment ago we were in the opera house and the chandelier just fell and-" I stop talking because Raoul is staring at me as if I'm being weirder than usual.

"Christine, that was over six months ago…" I stare at him, and feel my eye twitch a little.

"I'm sorry. Could you repeat that I could have sworn you said-"

"Six months, yes. That was six months ago. And we got a new chandelier. Don't you remember?" Okay. What? What is going on here? I'm just gonna have to roll with it, but I am so freaked out right now. But if I follow the plot, this must be the opening of Act II, the Masquerade Ball. That would explained the ball gown.

"Okay. Um, I'm just feeling a little forgetful today. Did anything eventful happen in these past six months."

"Well, we got the new chandelier, you've been the lead in most of the operas, oh and we got secretly engaged."

"Right. Secretly engaged. I totally remember that. Okay Raoul, let's go blow the roof off this masquerade party."

"Excuse me?"

"Nevermind. Come on let's go."

Inside looks like a circus took all their clowns, mixed them in a blender and threw them back up. Don't get me wrong the costumes are elegant and gorgeous, but everyone dancing around makes it feel so chaotic. And since when did this many people work at the Opera Populaire? I don't know these people. I guess they just needed more people for the dance number. Speaking of which, the moment Raoul and I walk in they burst into song.

"Masquerade! Paper faces on parade…Masquerade! Hide you face, so the world will never find you." Wow. The symbolism in this song is really subtle.

"Masquerade! Every face a different shade…Masquerade! Look around there's another mask behind you! Flash of mauve, splash of puce, fool and king, ghoul and goose" What the fudge is that supposed to mean? "green and black, queen and priest, trace of rouge, face of beast." These lyrics are just listing things! "Faces! Take you turn, take a ride on the merry-go-round, in an inhuman race."

"Eye of gold, thigh of blue," Again with the listing stuff. Great lyrics here, really great. "true is false, who is who? Curl of lip, swirl of gown, ace of hearts, face of clown. Faces, drink it in, drink it up, till you've drowned in the light, in the sound…"

"Of who can name the face?" Raoul and I sing in unison. That's the first line we've sang so far. We can't even dance because the ballroom floor is occupied by the 'masquerade' singers/dancers. So we just stand there. Awkwardly watching the performance.

"Masquerade! Leering satyrs, peering eyes…Masquerade! Run and hide but a face will still pursue you!" Now the rest of the supporting cast joins in, except for Raoul and I who just continue to stand there like idiots. Although Raoul seems to be having a good time, humming the tune to himself.

"What a night!"

"What a crowd!"

"Makes you glad!"

"Makes you proud! All the crème de la crème!" That sounds more like a pastry than a social class. Whoever wrote these lyrics must have been hungry.

"Watching us, watching them!" Ummm. Okkkayyyy. Not creepy at all.

"And all ours fears are in the past!"

"Six months…"

"Of relief!"

"Of delight!"

"Of Elysian peace!"

"And we can breath at last!"

"No more notes!"

"No more ghost!" Way to jinx it.

"Here's a health!"

"Here's a toast: to a prosperous year!"

"To the new chandelier!"

"And may its splendor never fade!" Would they shut up and stop jinxing us?

"Six months!"

"What a change!"

"What a blessed release!"

"And what a masquerade!" Everyone turns unexpectedly away from Raoul and I and decide to mind their own business (for once). I'm forced to sing against my will (as usual), but they take no notice."

"Think of it, a secret engagement. Look you future bride!" I shudder with the thought. Just think of it."

"But why is it secret? What have we to hide?" Dear Lord, is Raoul still being an idiot, and pretending the Phantom isn't real? Really? "You promised me."

"No, Raoul, please don't let them see…"

"Well, let them see. It's an engagement, not a crime." I'm starting to wonder if it's Raoul's mission in life to contradict me. "Christine, what are you afraid of?" Oh my god. How many times have we gone over this? I'm trying so hard not to punch him again. And instead of being able to tell him my true feelings I'm forced to sing Christine's.

"Let's not argue, please pretend"

"Let's not argue, I can only hope…" Is he echoing me now?

"You will understand in time…" He takes me by the waist and we join the party goers on the dance floor, spinning in circles. Everyone starts singing in our faces. If I thought Raoul trespassing my personal space was bad, this is much worse. I've never been very claustrophobic, but this is just making me sick (and the spinning is not helping).

"Masquerade! Paper faces on parade! Masquerade! Hide your face so the world will never find you. Masquerade! Every face a different shade. Masquerade! Look around there's another mask behind you." If another person so much as THINKS the word masquerade, I'm going to hurl.

"Masquerade! Burning glances, turning heads. Masquerade! Stop and stare at the sea of smiles around you." That's it. I break free of Raoul's arms, and tumble onto the ballroom floor. He loses sight of me as dancers separate us. I wiggle my way out, and run for fresh air…I'll spare you the dirty details, but after my stomach empties onto the front steps of the opera, I sit down to catch my breath. I still feel nauseous however the wide space and fresh air is helping. I know I'm supposed to be inside, but I didn't want to ruin anyone's evening. Finally I feel better, so I make my way back inside. The ballroom is peculiarly silent. I hear one familiar haunting voice.

"As for our star, Miss Christine Daae…" Oh geez, that's me. I must have missed something big here. There's an awkward silence.

"Umm. Where is Christine?" The Phantom asks, breaking the serious mood.

"Wasn't she with you a moment ago Raoul?" Meg asks.

"Well yes but she, umm, fell into the sea of people, and I-um- I lost track of her." Raoul adds sheepishly.

"You lost track of her?" The Phantom asks, in shock. "Geez. What does she see in you?"

"Has anyone seen Christine? She's about yeh high, and brown curly hair, and-" I run in, cutting short their search.

"Hi sorry! I'm here, I'm here!" Raoul runs up to me like a puppy and hugs me tight.

"Christine! I was so worried."

"Thanks Raoul. That means a lot." I say, while trying to pry him off me.

"Ahm. Ahhm!" The Phantom coughs, bringing our attention back.

"As for our star, Miss Christine Daae…" Here we go. "No doubt she'll do her best. It's true, her voice is good, she knows. Though should she wish to excel, she has much still to learn, if pride will let her return to me, her teacher…her teacher…" Now he's repeating things too! Maybe it's contagious?

Really dramatic, sorrowful music starts to play, as the Phantom leans close to me, and it looks as if he's ready to break into tears. My heart aches for him for a moment, then he reaches for my chest. I slap him across the face.

"What were you doing?!" I ask, having almost been assaulted like that, and in public no less.

"I was just going to dramatically rip off your engagement ring necklace…" The Phantom whimpers.

"Oh…" I feel guilty and embarrassed now. Everyone in the ballroom is looking at the two of us.

"Sorry, my hand slipped. It seems I've been doing that a lot lately. Just ask Raoul." Raoul nods his head in reply. "You can do your dramatic ripping necklace off thingy."

"Do you promise you won't slap me?"

"What? Of course not, silly. I promise." The Phantom takes a moment to get back into character. The sad music plays again. I tighten my hands at my side so I don't accidentally slap someone.

"Your chains are still mine, you belong to me!" He rips the necklaces from my neck with fiery music accompanying him. Then he turns and runs into a hole that appear out of nowhere.

"Okay. Because that's completely normal." Raoul suddenly rushes past me, and before I can stop him, he jumps into the strange hole that materialized out of nowhere.

"That's a great idea, Raoul. Jumping into mysterious holes head on." I shake my head. "What am I going to do with you?" I reach down to pick up a strange folder with sheet music falling out of it. I read the title scrawled across the top. Don Juan Triumphant? Dear Lord. I take a deep breath. This nightmare will be over soon. I laugh to myself. Nemo's going to get a kick out of this when I tell him-. Oh wait. Nevermind. I forgot for a moment there that I never want to see him again and that I don't need him. Now I'm in a bad mood. I hand the Phantom's opera over to the managers and then storm out to find Raoul.

Today preparations begin to put on the Phantom's Opera. I was supposed to there at 8 am, but I slept in and Raoul left without me and it's now 9:55. I am so late. I remember that they can't fire me or change my part because then the Phantom will have a tantrum. I can't find any sunglasses to cover the purple rings under my eyes from the lack of sleep (because apparently sunglasses weren't that popular back then). I try to cover them up with makeup, but it doesn't really help much. I had a terrible nightmare about the Editors catching me last night, and woke up in the middle of the night screaming. Raoul ran in to comfort me, but that made it worse. He finally left me alone, but I couldn't fall back to sleep. It wasn't until around 5 in the morning that sleep found me. Of course I slept in late, Raoul couldn't wake me, and now I'm really late.

I walk into the rehearsal room, wishing I had had breakfast. I think everyone can tell I'm in a bad mood. Maybe it's because they can feel the irritation radiating from me. Well, everyone except Raoul.

"Good morning Christine. I'm glad you were able to get back to sleep." I don't reply, just glare at him. I can't deal with him this morning.

"Ah! Here's our little flower." Carlotta sneers in her stupid little accent. Of course, I'm about to smack talk her back, but the song continues.

"Ah, Miss Daae, quite the lady of the hour!"

"You have secured the largest role in this Don Juan."

"Christine Daae? She doesn't have the voice!" Oh snap! Carlotta is asking for it.

"Signora please!"

"Then I take it you're agreeing." Raoul sings. How does that at all sound like she's agreeing to it?

"She's behind this…"

"It appears we have no choice."

"She's the one behind this! Christine Da-" I slap Carlotta across the face. I know violence isn't the answer, but I couldn't help myself.

"How dare you!"

"I'm not a fool."

"You evil woman, how dare you!"

"You think I'm blind?"

"This isn't my fault. I don't want any part in this plot!" Wow. I feel like that accurately sums up my feelings. It seems Christine and I finally agree on something.

"Miss Daae, surely…:

"But why not?" Are you kidding me? That manager is as oblivious as Raoul.

"What does she say?"

"It's your decision, but why not?"

"She's backing out!"

"You have a duty!"

"I cannot sing it, duty or not!" Everyone seems shocked by this statement. Of course Raoul tries to change my mind.

"Christine…Christine, You don't have to they can't make you…"

"Then I'm NOT going to do it…" I sing back, making up my own lyrics because these people only seem to listen to me when I'm singing (I'm actually very surprised it worked. I'm not sure why but I'll just go with it). Raoul seems shocked that his speech didn't work. Before we can discuss it any further, Madame Giry appears.

"Please monsieur, another note" Ah, geez, "Fondest greetings to you all! A few instructions just before rehearsal starts…" I'm going to sound crazy, but I swear the Phantom starts to take over singing. No one else seems to notice but me, as I start to look around bewildered, while everyone else gives me the "Are you okay?" look.

"Carlotta must be taught to act…not her normal trick of strutting round the stage. Our Don Juan must lose some weight. It's not healthy in a man of Piangi's age." That was really harsh, and unnecessary. What does his weight have to do with any of this? I mean, it's not as if the Phantom wants Piangi to lose weight so, like I don't know, if, let's just say hypothetically, the Phantom were to take his place nobody would notice. Nah.

"And my managers must learn that their place is in an office, not the arts. As for Miss Christine Daae…" Here we go. I brace myself. "No doubt she'll do her best, its true her voice is good, she knows, though should she wish to excel, she has much still to learn, if pride will let her return to me, her teacher, her teacher…" Wait, didn't he already say that? Like, exactly? Okay then.

"Your obedient friend" Oh the irony. "…And Angel…"

"We have all been blind." Please no Raoul. "and yet the answer is staring us in the face…This could be the chance to ensnare our clever friend."

"We're listening."

"Go on…"

"Don't encourage him…" I try to plead with them. Of course they ignore me.

"We shall play his game-perform his work-but remember we hold the ace…For if Miss Daae sings, he is certain to attend…"

"We make certain the doors are barred…"

"We make certain our men are there…"

"We make certain they're armed…"

"The curtain falls. His reign will end!" The three men sing in unison.

"This is never going to-"

"Madness!" Madame Giry interrupts me.

"I'm not so sure."

"You know, I have been there. I know where he lives."

"Not if it works…"

"If some armed men come with me, I could led them to the Phantom."

"This is madness!"

"My plan is safer and a lot more practical."

"The tide will turn!"

"If you will just listen to me!" Everyone is arguing around me and not listening to what I have to say.

"Monsieur, believe me-there is no way of turning the tide!"

"I murdered a man with my bare hands last night and hide him in the chimney of my room!" I yell just to get a reaction. Still nothing. Not even a glance my way. I don't understand. They're all so caught up in their opera.

"You stick to ballet!"

"Then help us!"

"Monsieur, I can't" Hmmm. Maybe this is my chance to sneak out and grab a quick breakfast. They're all so absorbed in their lines that I'm sure they won't notice I'm even gone.

"Instead of warning us."

"Help us!" I slowly start to slink along the outside perimeter of the room. So far so good.

"I wish I could…"

"Don't make excuses!" Halfway there…

"Or could it be that you're on his side?"

"Monsieur, believe me, I intend no ill…but messieurs be careful, we have seen him kill!"

"We say he'll fall, and fall he will!" Aha! I made it. I slip into the hallway as the squabbling continues. Meg walks by. Perfect.

"Meg! Hey, can you do me a huge favor? Can you just buy me some food, I don't care what, just anything! I need some food." I pull out some money.

"Sure Christine."

"You are a saint. Thank you." As she runs off, I poke my head inside to be sure no one's missing me.

"She's the one behind this! Christine! This is a ploy to help Christine!"

"This is the truth! Christine Daae!" It's funny because they say my name, but don't actually acknowledge my presence. They just shout at Raoul and the managers and point to where I was standing before. I pull my head back. A few seconds later Meg comes running up down the hallway. I can smell the fresh pastry from here.

"There was a bakery across the street. I hope you're okay with a croissant and fresh baked bread." My mouth waters just thinking about it.

"Meg, girl, I owe you." I take the food and head back inside.

"This is his undoing!" Looks like I didn't miss anything.

"If you succeed you free us all- this so called 'angel' has to fall!" I sit back and start eating. Enjoying the show.

"Hear my warning! Fear his fury!"

"What glory can she hope to gain? It's clear to all the girl's insane!"

"Say your prayers, black angel of death!"

"Please don't" I pause my eating to say.

"If Christine won't then no one can…"

"Monsieur I beg you, do not do this."

"Gran Dio! Che imbroglio." Okay, maybe I am crazy, cause I swear to god I just heard Piangi talk in a different language.

"This will seal his fate!" I'm in the middle of eating. Suddenly I start to sing, but there's food in my mouth.

"If you don't stop, I'll-" Oh shit. I start to choke on a piece of croissant I was chewing. I can't even cough or make noise, just helplessly clutch my throat. Everyone stares at me, not sure what to do. I hold up the croissant and show an eating motion. They still don't understand. I run over to the desk and pick up some paper and a pen and scrawl in scratchy handwriting, Help me I'm CHOKING. Still nothing. I guess the Heimlich maneuver wasn't invented yet. I'll just have to take things into my own hands. I run over to the chair behind the desk, and put my stomach against it like my teacher taught me in health class. I love how I can remember how to do this, but I can't remember my own name. I place a fist on my abdomen and fold my other hand on top of it. Then I bend over the chair and begin to pump my fist up and down. I hope I'm doing this right. My vision is starting to tunnel. Please work! I never thought I would die this way! What will my parents think? They'll never know what even happened to me. I-

"AHHaoo…" I cough out the object and fall to the floor catching my breath. I cough a few times. I didn't even notice, but it seems Raoul was behind me the entire time. He helps me up.

"Christine. Dear God, are you alright?"

"Y-yeah. I just choked on some croissant." I put my hand to my mouth. "And I think I'm gonna be sick, but I'm okay."

"Did you see the strange ritual she just did?" Carlotta whispers to Piangi. "I told she was crazy."

"I was choking. That was the Heimlich maneuver. It saved my life, no thanks to you people." Raoul pulls up a chair. I sit in it gladly.

"She's mad." Carlotta says.

"You said yourself. He was nothing but a man." I guess we're back to singing. Even after I had a near death experience. The things I have to do for my art. "Yet while he lives, he will haunt us till we're dead…"

"Twisted every way, what answer can I give? Am I to risk my life to win the chance to live?" Surprisingly I can sing, even though I just choked. "Can I betray the man who once inspired my voice? Do I become his prey?" Wait. What? I'm not doing that. "Do I have any choice?" Uh oh. "He kills without a thought, he murders all that's good. I know I can't refuse, and yet I wish I could, oh God if I agree what horrors wait for me, in this the Phantom's opera?" I get it. Cause the show is called Phantom of the Opera, and it's the Phantom's opera.

"Christine, Christine, don't think that I don't care- but every hope and every prayer rests on you now…" My stomach turns. Oh no.

"I'm gonna be sick…" I get up off the chair and run out. I need to find the nearest bathroom. Again. I'm starting to sense a pattern here, and I do not like it.

After that fiasco, I wonder if I should go rejoin them. I know that I'm going to agree to be in the opera eventually, but I need to make it seem like I'm having a dramatic internal conflict with myself. Where can I go to "contemplate" my problem dramatically and wallow in self-pity? I've got it! A cemetery. Perfect.

I grab a cloak that was conveniently hanging on a rack nearby, and hail a carriage. The driver is cloaked and his face hidden. Very suspicious. I guess I should just get in the carriage with him.

"To the cemetery." I say. I sit down and then we're off. The road is bumpy and the guy's an awful driver.

"Would you mind driving a little more carefully? Some of us would like to not regurgitate their breakfast for the second time this morning."

"Sorry, madam." The driver mumbles.

"Do I know you? You're voice sounds so familiar."

"No you don't. I'm just a lowly carriage driver."

"Are you sure? Hmm. I guess I am getting a little paranoid lately. Sorry about that. But it's nice to meet you. My name's Christine. What's yours?" There's a long pause before he answers.

"John…Smith."

"John Smith? That doesn't sound very French. Are you from around here?"

"Umm. No."

"Really. Where are you from originally then?"

"England."

"Nice. What part of England?"

"London."

"Ahh. I love London. I went there with my parents. I think. I don't know, I've been having a lot of memory issues lately. But I do believe that I enjoyed it thoroughly. So anyway, have you seen Big Ben then? Or the Tower of London? I hear they executed people there. Sorry execute. I forgot that this is the 19th century or whatever. Do you still execute people? Personally I am very against that because I believe that all life is precious, but there are some people out there who could care less. It's a shame really beca-"

"We're here." The driver answers, with a little too much relief.

"Well thank you very much, Mr. John Smith from London. It has been a pleasure meeting you and I wish you good luck with your carriage driving." He speeds away. I realize I forgot to pay him. That's strange. You would think an experienced carriage driver like John Smith would remember things like that.

Anyho, now that I'm at the cemetery I guess I could just wander around. Then the music starts to play. I assume I'm singing then. This must be Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again.

"You were once my one companion, you were all that mattered. You were once a friend and father. Then my world was shattered…Wishing you were somehow here again. Wishing you were somehow near. Sometimes it seemed if I just dreamed, somehow you would be here." Oh look at that statue of an angel. I have seen too many Doctor Who episodes to feel comfortable around that. I stare at it aggressively without blinking.

"Wishing I could hear you voice again. Knowing that I never would. Dreaming of you won't help me to do. All that you dreamed I could. Passing bells and sculpted angels, cold and monumental. Seem for you the wrong companions, you were warm and gentle." Still staring at the angel. I am not going to make the mistake of turning around.

"Too many years fighting back tears, why can't the past just die? Wishing you were somehow here again. Knowing we must say 'Goodbye'. Try to forgive, teach me to live, give me the strength to try. No more memories" Actually I would like to keep my memories because it is very annoying not having any. "no more silent tear, no more gazing across the wasted years. Help me say, "Goodbye". Help me say "Goodbye"."

That's enough dramatic contemplation for one day. The angel never moved, so I think I'm safe. Time to go home and-

"Wandering child, so lost so helpless, yearning for my guidance…" Maybe not.

"Angel or father, friend or Phantom? Who is it there, staring?" Call it a hunch, but something tells me that's the Phantom. "Have you forgotten your Angel?"

"Angel, oh, speak, I miss endless longings. Echo in this whisper." What does that mean? I don't even know if that's English anymore. Oh look, there's Raoul. Great. It's a whole party.

"To long you've wandered in winter." Christine's "father" sings. "far from my fatherly gaze." It just occurred to me how creepy it is that the Phantom is pretending to be "my" father.

"Once again she is his. Once again she returns." Raoul adds.

"Wildly my mind beats against you," the first smart thing Christine has said this entire- "yet my soul obeys." Nevermind.

"You resist yet your soul obeys." That's it. This deserves a face palm.

"In the arms of her Angel of Music." Raoul sings, while hiding behind a gravestone. Does he think I can't see him?

"Angel of Music, I denied you."

"Angel of Music, you denied me."

"Angel or demon? Still he calls you…"

"Turning from true beauty." The Phantom and I sing in unison, oh sorry, the "Angel" and I sing in unison.

"Angel of music, my protector." Dear Lord, how many times do I need to say this, just because I'm a woman doesn't mean I need protection!

"Angel of Music, do not shun me." Maybe he should have thought of that before killing someone.

"Come to me strange Angel…"

"I am your Angel of Music…" I turn and see him standing there on tomb of the mausoleum. Yep that's the Phantom. Wearing a hat with some feathers isn't going to trick anyone, well except for Christine apparently. But for Pete's sake, he's still wearing his mask! "Come to me Angel of Music!" That's it, I'm going home. I throw my hands up to show I've given up and start to walk away.

"Angel of darkness, cease this torment!" Raoul yells. Does he not see I'm walking away?

"I am your Angel of Music, come to the Angel of Music."

"Christine, Christine! Listen to me. Whatever you believe this man, this thing, is not your father!"

"Okay Raoul, I get it."

"I am your Angel of Music."

"Let her go. For God's sake, let her go!"

"I'm walking away of my own accord!"

"Christine!"

"RAOUL!" He smiles at me, finally acknowledging what I've been trying to say. He runs up to me and wraps his arms around me and tries to kiss me, but I lean back out of reach.

"Right now Raoul? Can't this wait?"

"Bravo monsieur, such spirited words!" Suddenly a fireball erupts from the ground.

"HOOLLLY SHHHHIIIIITTTT!" I jump back.

"More tricks monsieur?" Raoul asks challengingly.

"Don't encourage him Raoul."

"Let's see monsieur, how far you dare go!" Another fireball flies up.

"WHAT?! Where are these things coming from?"

"More deception? More violence?" Raoul asks. Did he not learn his lesson about the fireballs the first time?

"Raoul, do you have a death wish?"

"That's right, that's right monsieur, keep walking this way!" The Phantom says playfully. Meanwhile fireballs are popping up everywhere.

"How is he doing this? We are in the middle of a freaking CEMETERY!"

"You can't win her love by making her your prisoner." Not a good time to mention Stockholm syndrome.

"Stay back!" Raoul says to me.

"Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere nears those fireballs today. I forgot my fireproof dress at home!"

"I'm here, I'm here, monsieur. The Angel of Death! Come on, come on, monsieur. Don't stop, don't stop!" As much as I don't want to, Raoul is going to get himself killed this way, and I don't want to be responsible for that. Wait a second. I'm an idiot! I've had the Ice Queen's wand in my back pocket the whole time! I hit myself on the forehead. Duh. Time to do something about Raoul. I point the wand but nothing happens. That's not good. Maybe if I concentrate really hard. I scrunch my brow and focus on the fireballs. A tiny wisp of snow comes out. I guess the magic weakened because I left Narnia? I don't know. I still have no choice but to try again. I put both hands on the wand, and focus all my energy to the tip of it. "AAHHHHHHH! Work already!" To my surprise, suddenly ice comes shooting out of the wand. The force pushes me back, and I almost lose my balance. I freeze the fireballs. I can't control it though, and I don't know how to stop it. I take a step back, but slip on the ice. "WAAAOO!" I land on my butt, and the wand goes flying away. It's still spraying ice. It seems both Raoul and the Phantom get caught in the blast of ice, and are now frozen. I pick up the wand, and it stops. Just like that. I walk up cautiously to Raoul. He's frozen in an accusatory stance, pointing angrily at the Phantom. The Phantom is frozen in a similar stance, except pointing angrily at Raoul.

"Raoul? Are you okay? Can you hear me?" Oh geez. I hope this isn't permanent. I tap on him. Nothing. This is probably a really terrible idea after what just happened, but I take the wand and poke Raoul with it. To my shock, a light begins to emit from the tip and spreads over Raoul. It envelopes him and then it disappears. However, it worked and he is unfrozen now.

"Whhaa, what happened?" He says, clearly a little delirious from being frozen alive.

"Honestly, I'm not really sure." Then Raoul collapses. I lean in to catch him, but he's really heavy and I fall over with him. Then I get up, and head over to the Phantom. I go through the same process with the Phantom and he also collapses while murmuring something about "war upon you both". I have no idea what that means. I lie the Phantom down and make sure he's comfortable before I leave. Then I pick up Raoul, decide he's too heavy to lift, and just drag him to the nearest carriage. Then we head back to the opera house, where I proceed to flop onto the nearest bed from exhaustion. Now I only have to make it through Don Juan Triumphant and I'll be one step closer to going home.