Years later.

 A grown up Wynne returned from work, and tossed her keys on the coffee table.

She had never married, and had never forgotten Erik and the wonderful adventure she shared with him. She would frequently watch the movie so as to not forget Erik. And had become a historian in order to feel closer to him.

And today was her 22nd birthday. She didn't have anything planned. Besides dinner with Erik's movie.

"Oh what a day."

She groaned, and stretched and flopped down on her on her couch.

"I'll just have a little nap." She yawned.

As she drifted off to sleep a bright light filled the room.

She froze as she woke up in a strange room.

It was very very dark, and the light in the room was flickering... almost as if it was lit by candles.

"What the hell???" Wynne crossed her arms over her chest as she sat up. The room was drafty. She scanned the room, and walked over to the silver candelabra. She used it to better see the room.

The walls were covered with purple scrolling wallpaper. There were carved mahogany bookshelves filled with Shakespeare and a ton of french books. Some fairy-tales and other books. The bed was a huge, mahogany, fourposter.

In the corner there was a large desk with all sorts of drawing and writing materials. And there was one wall that was completely empty except for one poster. It was Hannibal and it had Wynne's name on it.

"It can't be..." she breathed.

There was a closet filled with Victorian clothes... but they would be too small now.

Wynne's heart started to beat double time as she found a door. She creaked it open.

"Erik?"

He was sitting at the kitchen table staring off into space. He turned slowly almost as if he could not believe his eyes.

"Wynne?" He gasped.

He looked so good. Just as he did when she had left him.

"Erik!!" She exclaimed.

He stood to his feet, and she launched at him nearly knocking him over.

"Wynne! How can this be?!" Erik asked in bewilderment.

"I... have a confession to make... I'm not from here. I was brought here by an angel. Our guardian angel."

Erik laughed. "I know."

"What?" Wynne blinked.

"She came to talk to me right after you left with her... She was just here this morning."

"What do you mean?"

"Today is Christmas...The same one you left on... And I could not have asked for a better gift."

Wynne blinked back tears.

"Look at you all grown up, how old are you?" Erik smiled.

"I'm twenty two."

"You've been away eight years?" Erik gasped.

"Eight long years." Wynne replied tears streaming down her cheeks.

"And you still wanted to come back?"

"I only ever thought of you." Wynne replied, her voice breaking.

Erik broke eye contact with her, still holding her in his arms.

And as he did, she reached up and took off his mask.

"NO!" Erik exclaimed.

But she looked on his face without fear, and she pulled him close and kissed him.

Erik let out a startled little yelp, and cradled her face gently in his hands.

When they finally broke away a blush was clearly visible on Erik's scarred face.

"Why did you do that?" He gasped.

"Because I love you." Wynne replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

And I suppose in a way it was.

They lived happily ever after.

The End.

A/N : And a very merry Christmas to you Wynne! It was so fun creating this for you. I couldn't have asked for a better giftee this year! I really feel blessed that I was able to get to know you. May you have a blessed new year!!