The moon cut through the foggy french night.

Wynne stared morosely out the window of the Ballerina's bedroom.

"I'm not surprised you're upset." Meg remarked, changing into her pajamas. 

"Who said I'm upset?" Wynne asked. 

Meg put her hands on her hips. "You did. Come on! You are so brooding."

"That just wasn't how I wanted to meet the manager..." Wynne mumbled.

"You want to know what I think?" Meg smirked. 

"No." Wynne replied. 

Meg giggled. "I think you're just sad that your stranger didn't stay the whole night~"

"Meg!"

Meg jumped onto Wynne's bed next to her. "Oh come on, you have to admit it's romantic."

"Romantic?!" Wynne exclaimed.

"You danced all night with him then he ran away. Kind of like a reverse Cinderella!"

Wynne groaned.

"Oh come on! You can't tell me you aren't at least curious?"

Wynne sighed.

The girls stopped talking as another Ballerina walked into the room.

"Hey Jammes."

Hey, who's this?

"I'm Wynne, it's nice to meet you."

"My name is Cecile Jammes!" She smiled, rushing up to her and giving her a hug.

"I've heard so much about you I feel we're friends already!" Cecile smiled.

Wynne giggled as Jammes pulled away.

"So you arrived today right?" Cecile asked, cocking her head to the side. 

"Yeah." Wynne replied. 

"Did you go to the ball at all?" Jammes shot back.

Wynne nodded.

"Oh! Did you get to dance?" Jammes gasped. 

Meg smirked. "She sure did!"

Jammes plopped down on the bed beside Wynne, her eyes sparkling.

"Well was he cute?" She asked.

"I beg your pardon?!" Wynne blushed. 

"Your dance partner!" Jammes replied bouncing up and down. 

"He was wearing a mask!" Wynne replied.

"So?"

Wynne groaned and covered her face with her hands.

Jammes and Meg giggled.

"What are you girls still doing up? We have rehearsals in the morning!" Mme. Giry chided as she swept into the room.

"Sorry maman!" Meg exclaimed hopping into bed and pulling up the covers to her chin.

Mme Giry sighed and planted a kiss on Megs forehead, as the rest of the Ballerinas came into the room and started getting changed into their pajamas.

Wynne got under the covers and tried to sleep... but even as she heard the even breathing of the other girls, something wouldn't let her.

Perhaps, she thought... perhaps if she went to sleep in this dream she would wake up. And she didn't want to do that. She rolled over on her side and looked out the window.

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Snow was falling outside the opera populaire.

A bright flash of light nearly blinded Wynne and she flinched shielding her eyes with a hand.

As the light dimmed she removed her hand and gazed out the window curiously.

She was shocked by what she saw.

There was a woman standing outside by a street lamp.

She wore a light blue dress with a bustle and she smiled at Wynne, beckoning her to come down.

Wynne grabbed a cloak and snuck out the door. She crept past Mme Giry's room, and down the stairs towards the exit of the opera.

The icy wind had a cold bite to it, she wrapped the warm red cloak more tightly around her.

She looked both ways before crossing the deserted street, and finally walked up to the woman.

The woman had a kind face and dark brown hair and eyes.

"Hello Wynne." The woman smiled. 

"Hello, who are you?" Wynne asked. 

"I'm your guardian angel of course... Well yours and Erik's" The woman's voice had a slight British accent. 

"My what?" Wynne asked. 

"I'm terribly sorry you must be so confused." The woman replied. 

"I'll admit I am." Wynne nodded. 

"You see this isn't a dream. You are really in the Universe where the Phantom of the Opera exists!" The woman chirped. 

"So did I time travel?"

"Technically, you time traveled and jumped dimensions." the woman nodded. 

Wynne blinked at her.

"But how you've got here's not important. What is important is that I tell you why you're here."

"And that is?"

"You're here to help Erik."

"How do you mean help him?" Wynne asked. 

"You've got twelve days to get him to fall in love." the woman replied briskly. 

"What?! With who?!"

"Well with you dear..." The angel shrugged. 

Wynne laughed.

The woman blinked back at her. 

"Wait aren't you joking?" Wynne gasped. 

"Nope." She replied. 

"You realize I'm 14 right?" Wynne squeaked.

The angel's eyes widened, "Oh no!"

"What?" Wynne asked worriedly. 

"I got the timing wrong! Oh! They're going to take my wings this time for sure!" The woman started to pace the sidewalk anxiously. 

Wynne sighed, "I mean... It's okay. Don't get me wrong I really like Erik....I just... I'm a bit young for him."

The woman frowned, "Hmm... Well I'll try and figure something out. But... This is the only way for you to return home."

Wynne nodded. "I think I can handle this..."

"Excellent so remember you must have him fall in love before Christmas morning. Then and only then can you leave. Oh and here." The woman handed her a necklace. It was a simple chain with a white pennant.

"If you need to summon me this is how you can." the woman smiled. 

"Thank you." Wynne replied pulling the chain around her neck.

"Now I'll be around, but if anyone asks I'm your older sister. Oh also you should know that you know Ballet. I didn't want to leave you with nothing to do... So good luck."

"Wait-"

With that same bright flash of light the Angel woman was gone.

"Well! That's just fantastic..." Wynne muttered. She sighed heavily and shivered, walking back to the opera and heading up the grande staircase.

As She did she heard footsteps. Wynne rushed to hide behind a statue as a tall ebony skinned man slipped through a hidden door in the wall.

Wynne waited till she heard the door slide closed with a light click. Then she let out a breath she didn't realize she had been holding. Ever so quietly she crept up the stairs. And only when she was safely in the bedroom did she finally relax.

She slipped through the rows of sleeping girls and made her way to her bed, crawling under the covers.

If the man who just slipped down stairs was who she thought he was... And it would be quite hard to mistake the Astrakhan cap for any other owner... Then what was Nadir doing in Cherik's story?

That was what she was musing as she fell asleep.