I had awoken from the dream on Saturday morning, feeling like a completely different person. I felt whole, wanted, and loved all at the same time. I realized from the dream that not only did Christine choose Raoul, but she loved both Raoul and the Phantom. I began to question my feelings for Drake and Monsieur Destler, wondering if I was making the right choices for me. I looked in the mirror, and it seemed like Christine was on the other side. I rubbed my eyes, looking at the rose from Monsieur Destler. Then I turned my head again and I gasped, seeing the young Christine Daae standing before me. She looked exactly like me, with her long brown curls down and she was in the same wedding gown that I had just had on in my dream. She smiled at me, her beautiful brown eyes glistening as she folded her hands in front of her. She truly looked like an angel.

"Hello, Sophia," she spoke softly, smiling at me still.

I shuddered, falling out of my bed as I stared up at her heavenly form. "Please, tell me I'm not losing it. Please tell me that this is still a dream that I'm having."

She chuckled warmly, watching me. "Yes, you are still dreaming. I came to visit you. Please, sit down on your bed."

I slowly pulled myself back up into my bed, watching her as she watched me.

"You have grown so much since Paris, Sophia. You have made me proud."

"You know about Paris?"

"I know about everything that you have done, the good and the bad."

"Why was I having those dreams?"

"Because you needed my guidance, Sophia, and I'm sure that you've noticed that you are me in a new form. You have been struggling for a while, Sophia. Just has I had struggled when I was your age."

"How did you know that I was struggling?"

"I've always watched over you. I suppose that you could say that I was your guardian angel. I saw the struggle in your eyes and face, and I heard it in your voice when you sang. I had originally planned to send you my memories in the form of dreams when I felt you were ready. However, when you had that accident in Paris that was completely by fate and you began to have the dreams on your own."

"Christine, do you feel that you made the right choice? Did you make the right choice when you had to choose between the two men who you loved most in your life?"

"I cannot answer that, for I was with both of them, and I loved them both. You will find out in due time which choice will be right for you."

I nodded softly, looking up at her again. "I have to ask…even though I'm you in a new form, are we related?"

She nodded. "If I were alive in this world, I would have been the original matriarch of your family. My son, Gustave, and his family came over to America in the 1920s, fifteen years after I died. When he came over, the name Daae became Day. So, I would have been your great-great-great grandmother."

"My teacher, Monsieur Destler –"

She smiled. "Our families have found each other once again."

I blinked. "What?"

She shook her head. "You will find out in time. Now, I have something that I would like you to do for me, Sophia."

"I would do anything to make you happy, Christine."

She smiled, walking forward and taking my hand in hers, kneeling down before me. She sang softly, placing her hand over my chest. Look with your heart, and not with your eyes. The heart always knows; the heart never lies… I felt drowsy, so I lay back down again as her voice rang in my ears.

I slowly opened my eyes, blinking slowly as I looked around my room. No heavily figures; just me, in my room, all alone. I thought about what I had heard in my visit from Christine. "Look with your heart, and not with your eyes," I repeated softly, placing my hand over my heart. I looked over at the rose that I gotten from Monsieur Destler, then my eyes traveled to the photographs of Drake and I that still graced the room. I got up, looking around, trying to decide what to do. I walked down the stairs, stretching as I walked into the kitchen to make myself some coffee. While I was waiting on the coffee, I stepped outside to get the paper, seeing a package for me beside it, direct from Paris. I carried that, along with the paper inside. I smiled softly, opening the package first. Inside was a note, which I read first.

Dear Miss Day,
We were able to find this piece of music from the time that Christine Daae was at our Opera House and we were able to copy it. This piece is entitled Think of Me from the opera, Hannibal. We hope that you enjoy singing it.
Yours,
The Curators of the Paris Opera House

I set the note beside the box, slowly lifting the music out of the box, reading over it. It was the same song that Christine had sung when she was practicing with the Phantom. I smiled happily, setting both things back into the box, setting it aside as I got a cup of coffee. I sat at the island, looking at the paper first. The front page headline read 'Former Principal Commits Suicide.' Below the headline, the subtitle read, 'Body was found above the stage in school's auditorium.' I couldn't bear to read the article, so I skipped over it, moving to the next section of the paper. What I found on the front page of the second section surprised me even more. There were pictures of me, Drake, Jay, and the rest of the cast from the previous night's performance of Beauty and the Beast, and it was a rave review. Alone, I had one of the biggest pictures as I sang the Belle (reprise). There was also a picture of Jay and me dancing the waltz, and Drake and the cast during Gaston. I read the review after looking at the pictures, my smile getting bigger and bigger. The article boasted me, saying that I was biggest voice and the biggest talent to grace the cast and the school. The article went on to boast Monsieur Destler, saying that his talent of music and directing made this production shine above all of the other past musicals that we had done. The article continued with its wonderful comments, ending with one last comment about me. It read: We are expecting great things from Miss Day, and we know that she will be one of the greatest talents that this city has ever seen. I smiled happily as I sipped at my coffee, hearing a knock at the door. I got up, going to answer it. When I opened the door, I saw Drake, holding his copy of the newspaper.

"Congratulations, Miss Day," he said as he picked me up in his arms and spinning me around. "You are a star!"

I laughed as he picked me and spun me around, getting him to put me down so I could invite him inside. "You don't look too bad yourself with that picture in the paper," I said as I walked into the kitchen, pouring him a cup of coffee. He sat down on the opposite side of the island as I handed him his cup, sitting down on the other side.

"Did you see the other article about Buquet the Perv?"

I looked back at the paper, then back at Drake, sipping at my coffee. "I saw it; haven't read it. I don't know why I should have to read it when I was the one who found the body."

He coughed, choking on his coffee. I grabbed a towel, handing it to him so he could clean it up. "Why didn't you tell us that you found the body?"

"You don't need that mental image in your mind, believe me."

"Sophie, what happened?"

I sighed, getting up from the island to refill my coffee. "I don't want to talk about it, okay? I'm happy that asshole is dead, and that's all there is to it."

"You're burying things again," he said, getting up and coming over to me. "You have to talk about this, Sophia."

"Why can't I talk about it when I'm ready?"

He sighed, backing off, sitting back down in his original seat. I started laughing softly, sipping at my coffee. "What is it," he asked, looking at me with an eyebrow raised.

"It's nothing. I was just thinking about this dream that I had this morning."

"Another Christine Daae dream?"

"Yeah, in the flesh. She came to me in my dream this morning."

"Did she have anything important to say?"

"Are you ready for this? She's my great-great-great grandmother, and I'm her in a new form. She did give me some advice though."

"Oh, yeah? What was that?"

"She told me to look with my heart."

"What does that mean?"

"I wish I knew. I guess I'll figure that out when the time comes."

He nodded, looking at me. "Sophie, I have to tell you something."

"What is it, Drake?"

"I've decided to go to school for Business Management."

"That's great, Drake. I'm happy for you."

"I was wondering, if there was any chance, if you became famous, if you would hire me as your manager."

I smiled at thought, looking at him. "Let's get to college first, and see how things go, okay?"

"I love you."

I blinked, swallowing a big gulp of my coffee. "It's been a while since I have heard that come out of your mouth."

"I know. I just…I thought that you should know that I do love you, even if you don't anymore."

"I still love you, but I need time, okay? I don't know what I'm going to do yet; that's why we decided to take a break.

He nodded, getting up and putting his coffee cup in the sink, kissing the top of my head. "I'll see you tonight," he said softly, grabbing his paper and leaving. I sighed softly. Now what was I going to do? They both loved me, but what would happen if I chose one over the other. I cleaned up the mess, and then got ready to go to the auditorium.

I stood outside of the counseling center after the performance, staring at the sign for group therapy times. I took a breath, going inside. I followed the hallway, finding a room with chairs in a circle and other women in the room. The women ranged from my age to mid-thirties. I set my bag down, going to get a cup of coffee. I felt someone tap me on the shoulder and I turned around, my jaw dropping. It was Chrissy, but this wasn't the Chrissy that I was used to seeing. This was a different Chrissy; a softer and more gentle Chrissy, someone who looked like they needed a friend.

"First night," she asked me softly, her hands moving sheepishly into her pockets as she looked at me, then down at her shoes.

I nodded. "You?"

"Yeah. I got to thinking about what you said and you were right."

"Chrissy, I –"

"No, please. Hear me out. Sophie, I was so jealous of you because you had the attention of Destler and Drake. You have such a huge talent and I know that I will never go beyond this city, unfortunately as much as I want to. I was an empty shell, and I did put out to anything that came my way. The only person who would give me attention was James Buquet, and I realized after he died that he was hurting me just like he was hurting you. The only thing was that it was going on for a long time with me, and it was with different people other than James. So, I want to say that I'm sorry for how I have treated you, especially with this musical, and for being a huge bitch."

"I accept your apology, Chrissy."

"All right, everyone, let's get started."

We moved over to the chairs, Chrissy and I sitting together. The therapist sat in a chair, and you knew that it was her because she had her legal pad. "We have a couple of newcomers tonight. Who would like to introduce themselves first?"

I stood up, clearing my throat, looking out at the other women.

"My name is Sophia, and I was a victim of rape."