A whisper thin voice called to me through the white fog.

"Alex..."

The ground under my feet was wet with snow.

 "Alexandra Griffin?" The voice was radiantly beautiful.

I looked up from my seat on the stone bench.

The woman was lovely with her dark hair in ringlets around her high boned face. A white dress accentuated her bird-like frame. Her face was beautiful, angelic even.

"Yes?" I responded.

She smiled and warmth spread through me.

The woman walked slowly towards me as if she was afraid I might run. I had no intention of doing so.

"My name is Christine Daae."

"Hi." I replied with an awkward wave.

Wait a minute that name sounded familiar.

"Nadir mentioned me."

"Oh!" I gasped, my stomach filled with lead. "Erik's Christine..."

She smiled sadly.

I looked around, noticing dimly we appeared to be in a graveyard. It was typical in every way except one. Behind the fog where Christine emerged was a glowing golden gate. My fingers gripped the cold stone beneath me.

"A-Am I dead?" I paled. 

Christine frowned. "Very nearly."

My eyes widened.

"I'm kidding!" She smirked, her eyes twinkling.

"That's not funny!" I exclaimed crossly.

"I'm sorry I'm just trying to lighten the mood." She sighs, drifting over to the bench, and sits down beside me. "You'll be alright... It's Erik I'm worried about..."

I frowned, "Why?"

"If he thinks he's going to lose you... He'll become dangerous. Unpredictable."

I nodded, "In turn a danger to himself and others."

"Yes." She bit her lip. 

"How do I stop this? What do I do?" I sigh, holding my head in my hands. 

She shrugs.

A light snow begins to fall but I'm not cold. I think for a moment, "If I'm not dead, how come I'm seeing you?"

She smiles mystically at me.

"Well a fat lot of help you are!" I sulk. 

She giggles cutely.

"I didn't come to help... I came to ask a favor." She admits. 

"And what's that?"

"...Take good care of Erik for me... and give him, this."

She handed me an engagement ring, tied to a piece of ribbon. I stared at it for a moment then reached for it, my hands trembled.

I pulled it on like a necklace, tears burned the backs of my eyes.

Faint violin could be heard. Christine looked up towards the glowing gate.

She sighed emotionally, "Erik told me once that if I loved him he'd be as gentle as a lamb. He said only my love could save him..." I swallowed a lump in my throat,  "But his love for me was misplaced. You're the one for him. He may have had to wait a century or two to find you, but I'm glad he did."

I smiled sadly.

Christine gathered her skirts and stood, "I don't know how this will end, but I wish you the best of luck."

"Thank you Christine." I reply.

"It was a pleasure to meet you!" She extends her hand.

I shake it, her hand is cool to the touch. 

"Christine!" A male voice called.

Her face lit up, "I'm coming Raoul!!!"

The light from the gate grew brighter as she approached, swallowing the shadows of the three men who stood waiting for Christine. The violin music stopped as one of the shadows pulled his bow away from the strings.

Christine was wrapped up into the arms of her family.

And she was so happy.

I woke with a feeling of safety descending on me, as if I had a guardian angel. The peace did not last long however.

The door slammed off the wall, and I jumped looking at the mirror for a second.

Apparently it was a second too long. 

"Did you check the mirror?" The Romanian woman snapped at one of her henchmen.

"No." He replied. 

She cuffed him upside the head, then turned to me. 

"Open the mirror." She demanded.

"I don't know how!" I exclaimed. 

The woman stormed over to a nearby table and grabbed a candelabra she walked over to the mirror and smashed it in.

"And now... we journey into hell." Her pretty lips curled into a smile.