Erik walked though the Mirror with tears running down his face

How can she love him, he doesn't some as amazing her he thought.

Four yes later….

"ERIK GET UP NOW!" a voice yelled to him in his sleep. Madme Giry stamped her foot impatiently. Meg stood by her side with a little child in her arms, who was fast asleep. Erik turned in sleep but did not get out. Madme Giry shook her head and sighed, shed have to do this the hard-yet fun-way.

"Oh Rauol, it's so good to see you" She said with a smirk. That made Erik fall of his bed. He accidentally got tangled up in his sheets and couldn't find the way out. Meg and the Baby Laughed at his misfortune, while her mother glared.

"Erik get up" She commanded with annoyance

"I would but I can't find the way out" Meg put the baby down on the bed and walked over to help him. The got him out after a few minutes and a lot of laughs. Once he was out Madme Giry remembered why they were there.

"Erik you need to look after Little Lotte. Meg and I are going out and Christine left her in our hands" she stated. She hand him Lotte and her things. Erik looked at the child.

"There's no way I can get out of this is there?" He asked. Lotte looked at him and smiled.

"No, do this one thing for us, Christine knows she's with you now, so live with it" Madme Giry called back as her and Meg made their way back to the opera house.

"Great, I'm stuck with Pretty boys kid" He sighed, this was not going to be fun. He put Lotte down and got dressed.