That night, the three stayed over at Christine's. When they got up the next morning, they went to Christine's room, where behind the mirror was a secret passageway to Erik's.

Little did they know, they would find Erik passed out on the couch, previously drunk, and holding a bottle of beer. Christine touched him on the shoulder gently and whispered his name. He awoke with a start.

"Oh, hello Christine," he said rapidly, but no where near nervously. "Nice day, isn't it?"

Christine arched an eyebrow. "It's been raining for the past week!"

Erik looked over to the underground lake that his couch was a dangerous three feet away from. "Oh. So that's why the lake's been five feet deeper."

Raoul then spoke up. "You don't get out enough." He grinned. "You look worst than that girl from the Exorcist.

Erik rolled his eyes. "I'll pretend I didn't hear that."

"You SOUND worst than her, too!"

Erik stared at him. "How am I supposed to even know what she sounds like? I never even saw the film!"

Raoul took a videotape from his knapsack, put it into the VCR in front of the couch, and pressed PLAY. He turned the TV on.

"Wait a minute," Erik said. "We're in the nineteenth century. Television won't be invented for another fifty years!"

Raoul shrugged and laughed at the screen as the girl in the movie twisted her head around. He repeated with the priests performing the exorcism on her, "The power of Christ compels you!" Meg looked as if she was nauseous.

Erik muttered under his breath, "Now I know why I never saw this film."

Raoul turned away from the TV, and started towards the couch.

"What're you doing?" Erik asked.

He started to push the couch towards the lake.

"Stop! STOP!"

Raoul grinned as Erik fell into the water with the couch. He didn't come up to the surface for about ten seconds.

"Aw, great job, Raoul!" said Meg. "I think you killed him!"

Just as she finished her sentence, Erik came up from underwater, his hair looking even more wet than normal.

"Damn it, Chagny," he mumbled. "That sofa cost two hundred fifty franks and took me a whole hour for me to get it down here from Christine's mirror!"

Christine looked at him for a moment and tilted her head. "Wait a minute; I don't remember this being here two years ago when you took me here. When did you get this through my mirror?"

"I did it about five months ago when you were out at that concert. I accidentally broke a lamp…"

Christine looked up, as if she just realized something. "So that's where the broken glass came from!"

Erik got out of the lake and dried himself off with his cloak, which was on the floor, next to where the sofa used to be. "What are you three doing here?"

"Oh, um," Raoul began. "We came down here to spend the week with you..."

"No," Erik replied firmly.

"How come?" Meg asked.

"I'm okay with you and Christine staying here. But not this idiot! Not after what happened two years ago!"

"What happened two years ago?" Raoul asked.

"Well, let us see." Erik picked up a book that looked like a diary, and flipped through it. "Ah, yes. You almost killed me in a sword fight, for one. Ah yes, what else…" He skimmed through, looking for Raoul's name anywhere in the journal.

Christine took his hand. "Just one week? He won't cause any harm."

"Four days."

"Five and you have yourself a deal."

Erik sighed. "Agreed." He turned to Raoul. "Five days. And five days only!"

Raoul grinned. "YES!" At that, he jumped on top of the sofa, which was now floating in the water. It began to sink again. "Oh no; help!"

Erik rolled his eyes. This is going to be a LONG five days… he thought to himself.