Erik has let Christine go. She has fled with Raoul, and maybe now they can finally have the loving life they dreamed of. Then again, maybe not. Will Raoul be able to keep the nightmares away? Or will Christine's mind be corrupted by the music of that night?
The almost inaudible rustling of fabric made me stop still. I stared at the little patch of light for a moment, almost shaking my head at his amateur mistake. Turning carefully, I looked back down the passageway. He was looking at the letter in shock, and when his glowing eyes wandered up to find me watching him...