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[This device is odd. There is nothing like it in his era. But Erik is a smart man. It only takes a bit of tinkering before he is able to turn on the text function.]

To the captain of this vessel,

I should start by saying that I am quite pleased with knowing that there is a stage on board your ship. If given the opportunity, I would like very much to put on a performance of which I am sure you and your crew have never seen before.

But, to business. I am aware that you have a young woman by the name of Christine Daaé as a passenger. This too pleases me greatly, as I am sure you are aware of her musical talents.

My only request is that I be placed as close to her quarters as possible, so that her tutelage may continue without hindrance.

I am but a humble servant,

O.G.

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[He recognizes that voice. No matter the location. Her voice will always sing to him.]

Christine.

[Even though she can't hear his voice, she still can't bring herself to hang up and run back to her room. It's as if just knowing that he's here gives him power over her.

On the other hand, considering what she's been getting up to over the past year and a bit, and the terms they parted on, Christine isn't at all sure what to say. She doesn't even know when he's from. Other people, upon seeing people they know are on the ship, seem to have come from different times.]

I... I did not think I would see you again.

Did you really think I would abandon you?

[No, she hadn't. Not really. Deep down, she'd always wondered when he would come here, and claim her as his.]

I did not know what to think. People said our worlds were gone, and I thought... I thought...

[That everyone was dead. Gone. Never to be seen again. And she doesn't know whether it's a good or bad thing that Erik is here, mostly because she doesn't know how she feels about Erik himself.]

Oh Christine. I will never abandon you.

I know, Angel.

[At least he hasn't seen her post yet, and doesn't know where she is.

Hopefully.

Maybe she should try to change the subject.]

...What is happening at the Populaire? It has been over a year, and I had no way of knowing what had happened, and the crew just told us to forget...

You've forgotten so suddenly, Child?

[He doesn't look pleased, even if Christine cannot see him.]

I had thought you were still sleeping in my bed.

[The way he makes it sound knocks her off-balance - not to mention makes her blush, though thank goodness he can't see it - and that combined with how far back he's from makes her careless.]

But the masquerade, Erik! And Il Muto!

[And her ripping his mask off, exposing the shocking horror of his face. Her engagement to Raoul. Buquet's murder.

Oh, Lord, what should she say if he asks her what happened to her after he was brought here?]

Christine, my name.

The masquerade is not for several more months. How did you know about Il Muto? I had not thought the fools had announced it yet.

I don't understand how it has happened, Eri-- Angel, but it's true! I came here just after the masquerade, and that was over a year ago.

[He fiddles with the device more. This cannot be conveyed in simple text. She must hear him.]

That cannot be.

[That voice. Oh, Lord in Heaven, that voice. She had begun to wonder if there were a particular reason he was witholding it, even as she knew that to hear it would be the end of her willpower.]

I would not lie to you, Angel.

[Much. About something like this. Really, what kind of person do you think she is?]

[Even though Christine cannot see him, he looks a little incredulous. This is not possible.]

Of course not, Child. I am just...

[He pauses.]

You've been here an entire year? You've been well?

I understand, Angel, and I am quite well now.

[Apart from the three deaths, the various ballet injuries, and the time that Erol beat her so long and hard that she thought he would kill her. But that's all in the past, and even if he sees her eyes, she can think of something, surely, which should suffice if he does not then mention it to someone who knows what they really mean.]

Now? You were not well before?

[Don't tell him any of that. Erik is so very ~~jealous~~ protective of Christine and won't stop until he has avenged her.]

[Christine gulps nervously, and when she speaks it doesn't take a genius to work out that she's not being entirely honest. Stupid Erik and his stupid mind-controlling voice that she can't lie to.]

Oh, no! I mean, I was. Of course I was. There is no reason at all why I would not be well, now or any other time.

Why are you lying to me, Christine?

[Oh dear.]

I am not. I would never lie to you.

What are you hiding?

[His tone has changed. It's low and authoritative. Come on, Christine. Don't make him mad at you.]

[His tone erodes her willpower, and as much as she knows how important it is that Erik doesn't find out about what's happened to her, Christine can feel herself weakening.]

It is nothing, I swear! It is in the past, and not important.

[He'll be the judge of that.]

Then tell me what it is.

I have just been... ill a few times. As I said, it's not important.

[Christine hopes that Erik won't keep probing. It's so much harder to avoid telling the whole truth when he's actually speaking to her.]

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