Days passed, lovely days. Days Wynne spent getting to know Erik, and learning from him about singing.

And soon it was time for Hannibal.

And Wynne sang as she'd never sang before.

Erik sat out of view in his box, his chest puffed out with pride.

Wynne left the stage to thunderous applause, and was snagged just as soon as she got off the stage and pulled into a back hallway.

Wynne looked up at the person who had grabbed her arm.

"I've figured it out!" The Angel-woman exclaimed.

"What?" Wynne replied.

"How you can go home! I'll be here Christmas day at midnight to pick you up!" She smiled.

"Wait no!" Wynne exclaimed.

But the woman had already left.

And a shadow had heard everything.

Wynne retired to the Prima Donna room which she now could consider hers, and locked the door. She entered the mirror, and made her way down to the cellars of the opera.

The place was trashed.

The hair on the back of her neck stood up.

"Erik?" She called out.

"Erik are you here?"

Her nerves rose significantly at the silence.

"Did you hear me sing tonight?" Wynne asked, struggling to stay calm.

"Oh I heard everything."

Erik stood atop a pile of trashed props wearing his black mask.

"Erik what's wrong?" Wynne asked.

"What's wrong?" He scoffed, stalking towards her, "Why, my dear nothing's wrong. By the way I hope you have a pleasant journey home."

Wynne gasped. "You heard me talking to my sister."

Erik glared in response.

He continued towards her and Wynne resisted the urge to back away. "Oh, I'm sure you'll turn the world on it's ear... But what if where you're from doesn't understand music?"

Wynne gulped.

"If I were to keep you here..." Erik continued. "You would be appreciated. But then of course I'd have no assurance that you wouldn't run away like she did..."

"Erik you're scaring me."Wynne replied.

Erik still stood a ways off.

"I made you a room... I know you'll like it here... Its your favorite color. Purple wallpaper, a gigantic mahogany bed, Bookshelves full of books. I'm sure you could be very happy here. Wynne stay here with me."

Wynne approached him slowly, her hands outstretched.

"Erik... I have a family at home. They'll miss me." She reasoned.

"Let me be your family, let me be your home." Erik begged.

"Erik... I'm 14. You're like... in your forties? How would this work?..." She tried the problem from another angle.

Erik frowned, his grip on his temper loosening, "Fine If you don't want to stay, I understand."

"Erik..." Wynne pleaded.

"I don't want to hear it." he spat.

"Erik I-"

"GO NOW GO NOW AND LEAVE ME!"He scream/sang.

He didn't have to tell her twice. Wynne rushed up the stairs and slammed the mirror behind her, leaving the Prima Donna room.

Tears streamed down her face as she rushed to the only place she could think of.

"Madame Giry?" She sniffled, knocking on the door.

Madame Giry opened the door with a startled look on her face.

"Wynne dear what's wrong?!"

"I think I just hurt somebody I care for very much! I don't want to leave but I have to!" Wynne sobbed.

She was surprised to see Nadir walk around the corner.

"Is everything alright?"

Wynne shook her head vehemently.

"I just told somebody about me leaving... they didn't take it well."

"I see... Madame I'll leave you to tend to this. I hope to see you soon."

Madame Giry nodded. "Thank you. And I you monsieur."

Madame Giry stroked her hair as Wynne sobbed.

"I'm sure they'll understand in time my dear, please don't fret." Mme. Soothed.