The Phan Speaks

"You." Was all she managed to say over and over again. But it wasn't in French, it was English. It was getting very annoying to Erik. 'Wait. My mask! Had my mask come with me?' He thought and quickly put his hand to his face to see if that was the reason why this girl couldn't speak. He was greatly relieved to find it was still there along with his wig. She could not see any part of his face but his eyes. Though the question still remained. Why was she acting so strange? Of course anyone would act strangly if a man appeared in a room wearing a mask, but she acted differently than most.

He noticed the desk she sat at had another box similar to the black one but it was white. It had a toy tiger wrapped around it and two small boxes on either side with two toys sitting on them. All these things were on the left side of the desk. On the other side was a small round mirror, two pictures of this girl with two other people fit in one light blue frame on top of a very colorful box covered with different kinds of cats. Next to this was a round mirror, different colored hair bands, a candle in the shape of a flower, a rock, and a black and silver thing with four numbers which seemed to glow green with another toy cat ontop of that. The last number changed from a 1 to a 2. He came to a conclusion that it is some kind of clock and according to this clock it was 11:12... am from the light coming from the window.

"You." She said once again bring Erik's attention back to her. This woman must know more than "you" since next to the window was a small shelf of books, along with more toys of cats, papers, cards, a jewelry box, a few pictures, a white trash can, some candles, and a few other strange things. There was a pillow in front of the bookcase, a white trashcan, and thin square boxes stacked on each other. Undre the winder were foldres, a few large books, papers, a large odd looking purse, a small gift bag, a chest with the the simalar design as the curtains with two bears wearing clothes, a box with various items, and the oddest chair he had ever seen next to the dresser. It looked like some sort of black rocking chair with no legs.

"Woman!" He exclaimed to get her attention and thankfully stopped her from saying "you" again. "Who are you?" He demanded, his eyes glowing as he spoke.

She looked at him blankly as if he spoke a forien langague to her though he had questioned her in English. 'Wonderful, I have an idiot.' He thought to himself and rolled his eyes. After staring at him with the same blank look for some time now, she shook her head and answered. "Regina. I can't believe it's you!" A smile grew on her face as she looked him over. She couldn't believe that the Phantom was here, in her room. Of course Erik didn't share her enthusiasm. He only wanted to know where he was and why.

"Where am I?"

"My room." She answered. He glared at her unsatisfed with her answer. "California. Oh this is so cool!" Her excitment grew so she jumped up from her seat and to Erik. He couldn't dogde her since she was much to close and there were too many things in the way. With her arms out, she came forward and fell through him and to the carpet floor. As entertaining as that was for him, he did not expect it and was more astonished than amused. Regina mumbled something quietly then turned around and to sit on the floor and look at him, or his back. She seemed unfazed by the fall and simply cocked her head with a small smile. "Well, that was interesting."

"I see. Now I am truly a phantom." He said ignoring her comment. "God is still laughing at me." He sighed and Regina looked at him curiously.

"Why would He laugh at you?" 'This woman really is an idiot!' He thought. 'Wait, does she know me?' From the moment that he came here all she said was "you". Almost like she knew who he was. Not only that, somehow she woken him from his sleep and brought him here, in her room.

"How did you bring me here?" Again she gave him a blank look. 'She must use it very often for she does it so well.' He smiled to himself as he thought of people asking her simple questions and her using her expert blank look.

"Um. I have no idea." Her arms went up in the air to stretch when he saw the ring on her finger. It was his ring.

He went to grab her wrist only to see his go through it -- like the substance was there had been replaced by air. Glaring at the clueless teenager before him, he pointed to the ring on her finger. "Where did you get this!" She blinked a few times before bringing her right hand down to look at the ring.

"A pawn shop outside of town. My friend said she found some pretty cool-" Once again he tried to grab her wrist so he could take the ring off her finger only to fail again. He glared at the ring on her finger as it "mocked" him by staying out of his reach. It was so close but he could never hold it in his hands again. "Uh, are you OK?"

"No!" He exclaimed and his anger grew. "First I am woken by a voice I believe to be Christine's only to find it is some wretched American and now I find my ring on your finger!" The room seemed to shake as he spoke.

"I have your ring?" She asked as the idea of having the ring meant for Christine was now in her posesion. "I have the phantom of the opera's ring." Regina smiled at the ring, got up, and laughed excitedly. Erik's anger grew at her delight so he pulled out his punjab lasso from his coat and tossed it around her neck only to see it fall through her in the same way as his hands did. He couldn't even kill her. 'This really is hell.' He thought and his anger continued to grow. He was doomed to spend the rest of eternity with her. Seeing that there was nothing he could do, he sat down on the bed. 'At least I didn't pass through this. That's it!' Since he couldn't use his hands or his lasso, maybe he could use something here and began looking around for some blunt object to hit her with. "I have Erik's ring!" He was just about to grab something in front of the bed when he heard his name. Never did he tell her his name, so how did she know?

"How do you know me?" He asked, his eyes narrowing on her as he forgot about what he had planned to do.

She stopped dancing at the question seeing that she had let his name slip. Regina took a moment to think of what to say but... How? How...? "How do you explain to a famous fictional dead person that your a famous fictional dead person known all over the world?"

"What?!" Erik exclaimed both furious and astonished.

Regina slowly turned to him with a small smile, feeling rather silly for speaking her mind without thinking again. "I guess that's how."