A/N: So, I'm going on vacation next week, so I might not be able to update until I get back… I don't own Phantom of the Opera. I just play with them for my amusement.

Christine's POV:

I haven't moved from the floor. I don't have the energy to do anything. I'm trying to sort out my thoughts. I'm pretty sure that those images I saw were memories. They were too detailed and had to many emotions connected to them to be figments of my imagination.

I mean, I can remember the warmth and love of Meg's friendship, just like my friendship with her now. Oh, Meg! Can I tell her about this? I don't think that she would believe me.

That man, Richard, I hated having to pretend to like him. I felt like I didn't have a choice though. He was so important, how could I have turned away his affections?

I remember Erik most of all. He was the Opera Ghost, the Phantom. People were terrified of him. He murdered people… and yet, that's all that scared me. His actions scared me, not his face. I remember it was scarred; that he thought no one could love him for who he was.

I was going to tell him that night. I was a little scared, who wouldn't be, but I wanted to try to see beyond his face. To get to know the real him, the brilliant composer who gave me my voice.

Then I remembered how that night ended. Richard showed up with all those policemen. Erik had knocked them down and was almost free when Richard ruined everything. He started toppling over the candelabras, setting fire to Erik's home. I was crying, screaming for him to stop, but he wasn't listening.

Then I was falling, almost floating for what seemed like forever. The next thing I remember is lying on the stage floor with Meg hovering over me. I was back in the present.

I let out a sob. Things were so different here, how can I go on now? I remember everything, how am I supposed to reconcile that with my life here? I can't tell anyone, they would think that I'm crazy.

I stared at my knees for a minute, just emptying my head of all thought. I had that sorted; now I needed to focus on the present.

This couldn't all be happening for no reason. The similarities were to identical. Being best friends with Meg. Getting the part of Marguerite in Faust. Meeting Erik and finding out that he's a composer in this time too. The only question is: How to proceed? Should I pretend that I know nothing of the past and let things just happen? Or should I follow that path that I was robbed of in the past, because of the fire?

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this chapter! I know it's short, but I just needed to let Christine vent and sort out everything. Please R&R!