Author's note: The Phantom of the Opera and all of its characters belong to Gaston Leroux.

This is one in a series of Raoul-centric drabbles I am writing for various fic challenges on livejournal. The story will never be "complete" and the drabbles are not in any particular order. Related drabbles will be placed in the same chapter. Some of the drabbles are in third-person while others are in first-person. Most are based upon Leroux, although some will be based on the stage show.

Raoul tried to enjoy every moment he could spend with his fiancée but he hated when Christine dragged him to the flies of the Opera to dart across the beams. She would encourage him to chase after her as if it was a childish game of tag.

“And you a sailor!” she would tease whenever he hesitated.

It seemed to him that Christine ran across the wooden planks with too much carelessness. He could sometimes see her wobbling, just one misstep away from falling, and yet she only flew about faster, faster, as if a ghost were at her heels.