Marguerite's point of view

It had been two weeks since that strange masked person appeared in our house. My mother hadn't brought it up, but I could tell she couldn't stop thinking about him.  I sat on my bed, engrossed in a book, when my mother walked in and sat beside me.

"May I talk to you, my darling?"

I placed my book on the bedside table. "Yes, mother."

"Um... that man Erik who was here two weeks ago... he will be coming here again tonight. Is that alright, dear?"

"Mother, something about Erik does not feel right to me. I do not think you should let him in here." My mother took my hand. "I understand Erik may seem strange, but...."

Her mind seemed to wander away. "He is..... misunderstood. Yes, that's it." "Mother, how do you know him?"

She left without answering.

*****

Christine's point of view

My daughter seemed to feel suspicion towards Erik. And who could blame her? That night when my former husband and I were trapped in his lair was the most frightening night I was forced to undergo. I knew he regretted what he had done, though we had yet to discuss it.

Marguerite's point of view

As soon as I knew my mother and Erik were distracted, I snuck into my mother's bedroom and began searching through her items for anything to do with Erik. I knew she kept old papers in her closet, and tried to see if any of them could give me a clue as to who Erik was. Eventually I came across an old newspaper from 14 years ago. The headline?

Fire At Opera Poulaire, Soprano Christine Daae Kidnapped By Man Living Underneath Theater.

"I shall now find out who you really are, Erik."