Hannibal's Hotel and Restaurant

Who: Christine and Erik
Where: Theatre
What: Reuniting
Rating: TBD

Christine had been to her room. It was quaint and cozy. She had decided to explore what was now her home. Wandering from her room she made her way back to the Lobby. Walking through she looked at the rooms lining the hall. She paused seeing a room that looked as though it were a theatre. Being reminded of home she stepped through the doors and instantly was transported back to the Paris Opera house, in her mind's eye of course.

She could hear the preparations for that night's show. The bustling through the theatre by cast member's, and crew. She walked up to the stage and stood in the centre. It was as if nothing had changed. Everything was the same. Slowly and softly she started to sing. It came easily to her as she felt like she was back in Paris.

Tragic and tortured, it was difficult for Erik to do anything but weep and pity himself and his existence. He had lost Christine! His beloved. She had left him, and he was now truly alone. Even his home was gone. How could he go on?

Knowing what he had to do, he made his way to the ruins of the Opera House. This would be his grave, he knew. A tear trickled down his cheek as he climbed a heap of rubble. He slipped, though, and fell. It seemed that he fell a little too long, and he appeared to have ended up in the lobby of... a hotel? And people could see him! He shielded his eyes from them.