If anything, Christine clung tighter to the masked man beside her. His words had hardly brought the comfort she so desperately sought in such an unfamiliar place and time. Still, if she was with him, no harm could possibly come to her, right? He'd always kept her safe, promised to take care of her always, and she knew he would never break his word to her. The elevator started to move and the singer's stomach was instantly a flutter with butterflies and she placed a hand lightly over the front of her dress. It was strange; she never became even this nervous on stage in front of hundreds of peoples expecting her to sing a song without a mistake. "It is strange. My stomach feels like there are butterflies inside," she commented softly. It was strange, different and quite unexpected. Christine held tighter to Erik as it continued to ascend to their selected floor.
Suddenly, warm fingers were touching her hair, stroking and gently playing with the soft strands. It was comforting and the young woman slowly began to relax despite the continuing moving vehicle around them. "This is so odd," she continued quietly. "To think such things exist in our future. It's fascinating..." She closed her eyes, head dropping to rest upon his solid shoulder. As soon as the world briefly grew dark, the singer felt dizzy and she quickly opened them again. The world wobbled around her. It felt like she was flying, but could such a contraption cause such a spell? "I do not feel well..." she clung to him, hoping like always, her Angel of Music would steady and set the world straight right again.