Slowly, Erik’s body began to shake with tears once again. Tears of happiness, of overwhelming confusion and love. The Phantom’s arms held her so tightly a part of him silently feared he may crush her, yet how could he loosen the embrace with no power over his own body? “Christine... my Christine...” the masked man sobbed faintly. 

“You know him don’t you? I think you should show me where he is. It’s the only way to make sure he doesn’t kill again.”