Alone {Caution some PG content, read at own risk}

[Sakwa]

*Erik cried out again, he longed so much to be awake, he was trying desperatly to wake up but he couldn't. All around him were flames...one by one the sheets of his music were fallling into them. He felt himself being pushed towards the flames. All he could feel was heat, burning his music, burning him*

[*Musical~Soul*]

Christine gently shook Erik whispering to him. "Wake up, Erik! Please! Wake up!" She pulled off his jacket, trying to cool him off. "Raoul stop the carriage!" she said. Raoul rolled his eyes, but did as he was asked. Christine continued to try and get Erik to wake up.

[Sakwa]

*Suddenly everything changed...he was walking through endless corridors...no through the catacombs. All he knew was he had to get out. He could hear someone calling his name...no not someone....Christine... he had to find Christine...yet suddenly everything changed...something...no not something someone was hunting him. It was the Vimcote...*

[*Musical~Soul*]

Raoul sighed. "Why do we need to stop for him anyway?" he asked smartly. "Raoul he's running a fever! Have some consideration for once in your life!" Christine almost shouted. She turned back to Erik. "Erik, please. Wake up, wake up!"

[Sakwa]

*Suddenly Erik felt himself falling, he must have tripped over something. Though what he didn't know. He turned himself on his back, saw the Vimcote advancing, Rapier drawn, saw the rapier come slicing down*Will you not have mercy on me, Vimcote? *Erik cried out, not aware he'd spoken those words.*

[*Musical~Soul*]

Raoul suddenly turned as Erik said his name in a plea for mercy, forgetting that he was only saying it in a dream. Raoul felt the pit in his stomach sink. This man was sick, and he was doing nothing about it. Moving Christine out of the way, he took Erik into his arms and pulled him out of the carriage, laying him on the cool, damp grass at the roadside. Christine was a bit shocked. Raoul had done something out of the ordinary, which he does not do too often.

[Sakwa]

*Cesar was so suprised he dropped Eriks rapier he had been carefully carrying, placing his head on one side and giving a confused, suprised and shocked snort. Slowly he approached Erik, giving one of his quieter, worried whickers. He was worried about Erik, very worried, something wasn't right*

[*Musical~Soul*]

Christine, still stunned, ran out of the carriage as well and fell to her knees at Erik's side. She heard the low thud and looked up at Cesar, who had dropped Erik's rapier. "He's sick." she explained quickly.

[Sakwa]

*Cesar snorted, his expression asking "will he be okay?"*

*Erik cried out again, almost waking up before being dragged back down into his dreams, unable to escape them.*

[*Musical~Soul*]

"I don't know." Christine whispered, looking worriedly at Erik as he cried out again. She had his head under her arm, trying to get him to wake up still."

[Sakwa]

*Cesar whickered, lieing down near Erik, gently nudging him, ever so gentle not wanting to hurt his rider.*

*Erik woke up, slowly, feeling totally ill, and totally disorientated. He'd got lost in his own labryinth...he never got lost.* Christine....*he whispered, and his voice was hoarse and cracked.*

[*Musical~Soul*]

"Shh, I'm here." Christine said to Erik. Turning to Raoul, she asked, "Do we have any water?" Raoul ran back to the carriage, but returned empty-handed. "No," he answered, "There isn't any."

[Sakwa]

(LOL! Clever Raoul...)

*Cesar snorted, he knew where water was, lots of it...and it was clean water...drinkable water. There was some in the saddlebags that he carried, but no way was he going to let Raoul anywhere near him.*

*Erik coughed, he had a pounding headache and he just felt totally ill. He doubted he could have killed even the worst criminal today.*

[*Musical~Soul*]

Christine looked at Cesar. He obviously knew something she and Raoul didn't.

[Sakwa]

*Cesar snorted again, regarding Christine before turning to look at his saddlebags and back at Christine again*

*Erik fell into a harsh fit of coughing that left him weaker then before.*

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