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The Opera House had been opened a number of months after what was referred to as "the night." The managers refused to discuss the night or allow anyone within the theatre discuss it. They saw the reopening of the Opera House as a new beginning. They could now start again, with no Opera Ghost. All thoughts and traces of him had been eased from the Opera House. Christine Daae had left the Opera to live with Raoul. They were sure she was just as happy to live their lives without the Opera Ghost.

Rehearsal was already underway for the opening night. Carlotta had returned to reclaim her fame and glory that she thrived on. This was of course agreed after she was assured her salary would be raised and that the Phantom of the Opera was dead.

Rehearsals were not going well. It seemed like no one could quite get themselves into it. The rehearsal times were doubled by the managers who insisted that everyone was just shaken up by the recent events and just needed time to readjust and everything would be fine on opening night.

This was the managers' last chance and they knew it. Things had to go well to night. They had to convince a number of people they could make the theatre a success if they reopened it.

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Mme Giry was in the middle of a rehearsal with her combination of old and new intake of ballet rats. Usually she used this time before a rehearsal to stress the importance of giving the class one hundred percent attention. If one person slipped up it could jeopardise the entire opera.

Her heart wasn't in it now. She had seriously considered not returning to the Opera House but she had no where else to go and ballet was her life and fast becoming Meg's so didn't really have a choice.

She scolded the girls half heartedly when they didn't keep in time but in reality she didn't care. Her best friend…her lover was dead and it was all her fault. That mob….so heartless uncaring they didn't understand. Why had she betrayed him? She lead them and Raoul straight to him.

"Come with me Monsieur I will take you to him, but remember keep your hand at the level of your eyes."

The words of the cold unforgiving mob echoed in her mind drowning out the beat of the music she was supposed to be making sure the girls were keeping to.

Track down this murderer! He must be found! Track down this murderer he must be found! Hunt out this animal, who runs to ground! Too long he's preyed on us, but now we know, the phantom of the opera lives down below! The phantom of the opera is there Deep down below."

Suddenly she felt tears well up in her eyes. She stopped the music as the ballet rats stared at her. They couldn't understand her behaviour. As much as they hated her strictness this evidently deeply upset Madame disturbed them all the more.

"You are dismissed go now," she ordered waving them all out. They all looked at her in concern especially her daughter, she had never seen her mother like this and it scared her.

"Just please go," she said her voice shaking dangerously as her eyes met Meg's. Meg nodded slowly doing as her mother asked.

When she was alone in the studio she shut the door behind her and burst into tears. "I'm so sorry Erik," she whispered. She hoped he could hear her. Even if he could hear her how could she expect him to understand?

She sat sobbing as she thought of how everyone including herself had betrayed him. Then she stopped when she sensed someone behind her.

"hello Annie," a velvety voice said.

She paused. It couldn't be. "Erik?" she whispered in disbelief.