(screams) I have over 100 reviews! One of my goals in life has been realized! Now I just have to play Christine in a Broadway production of Phantom and I can die happy. Seriously, though. I woke up yesterday to nineteenreviews. Sorry I didn't update yesterday, but I was in shock. I'm only replying to who I really have to.

MortRouge: Yeah, kanji is rooted in Chinese, but it's commonly used, not just for computers. No, I have never seen Phantom of the Paradise, I heard it was a disgrace to the name of Phantom. A crazed DJ murdering teeny-boppers?

Lazy.kender19: I'm a Texas girl. (grins) And LOTR ROCKS!!! It's my favorite movie, and my second favorite book…series. Oh, BTW, Haunted Mansion is my favorite Disneyland ride, and it's a lot of fun.

MiMi: I like Small World! (and Pirates) And I've never been on Space Mountain – I was always scared. I planned on going when I went this last summer, but it was closed for repairs.

Raveene: Sorry…eh…no more date requests. (hugs anyway) But I'll fit you into some chapter.

Jessi: I'll e-mail you as soon as I can!

Eat-drums: I like singing exams! Just had one last week, matter of fact. Passed with flying colors! I feel pretty confident saying that I'm the best singer in my class. A Merry Phantomy Christmas to all!

Andromeda167: Yay! A new convert! And I cracked up with your little skit – awesome. (cringing all around) Hey, I'm Miss Author Aislin! Cool.

Nessarose: Aw…(hugs) You too may have a cameo.

Okay. We're only about halfway through the list I have here. Not even half. Hope no one objects to a really long fic. Anyway, new chappie! Sorry to make you wait!

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"I'm meeting a girl at a wishing well," muttered Erik. "Wonderful." Oh well. Maybe he could get another ride on the Haunted Mansion out of this one.

Standing beside an old-fashioned little well full of pennies that seemed to be singing on its own was a girl with reddish-blond hair who was gazing bored up into the sky, adding her own voice to the song. Which, incidentally, sounded really odd, as the well was singing "I'm Wishing" from Snow White, and the girl was singing "Point of No Return." Erik knew this had to be the one.

He walked slowly up to the well, scowling, his cape swirling threateningly. A little girl who was tiptoeing up to the side of the well saw him, and, whimpering, dashed to her mother standing a few feet away. Looking both scared and angry, she whisked her daughter away.

"Why are all little kids scared of me!?" screamed Erik, making a few other tourists gasp and edge nervously away. The girl at the well, however, spotted him and, squealing, ran up to him.

"Hi Erik! My name's Kara." She held out her hand, and Erik took it. Her grip was surprisingly strong. She did not let go. "I know Hilary, who you just saw?"

Oh, great, they were friends. Erik tried to wrench his hand free, but Kara held tight. "We have the rest of the day to be together. Personally, I think we got the better half of the day. Fireworks!" And with that, she dragged him off in the direction of Small World.

"Oh, God, not that again," he moaned, but Kara led him to the left, and under another bridge to…an extremely warped looking world.

It was as if he'd walked into a solidified, three-dimensional cartoon. The buildings were all round, bulging, and colorful, and strange sounds floated across the air from strange places.

"Where are we?"

"Toontown!" And they were. It was a part of the park constructed to look exactly like a living cartoon. If it was fun for Kara and the other tourists, it was extremely disturbing for Erik. He who was used to dark, dank cellars and lofty Opera Houses felt very out of place in a cartoon world. Kara took him in and out of the cartoon Post Office, and they visited the homes of Chip and Dale and Donald Duck. It involved a lot of walking. Kara seemed to have the energy, but by the time Kara said she wanted to visit Mickey Mouse in his house, he had lost most of his. He merely nodded and headed for the line.

And what a line it was.

Erik had never seen so many people waiting to see something, except for the night Christine had starred in Hannibal and a load of operagoers stood waiting outside the Opera House for an hour. They joined the line and waited.

And waited.

And waited some more.

"Will we ever get to see something?" muttered Erik.

"We're probably about halfway there," answered Kara, who had heard him somehow.

Erik's feet were aching. He longed for nothing more than to sit down somewhere and massage his poor feet. But there were no chairs in the cartoon house, and he couldn't get back outside because the half of the line that was now behind him was blocking the exit. There was only one way out, and that was to wait it out.

At long last, they reached the front of the line.

Kara laughed happily and threw herself into the arms of the character before her. Erik had to admit, meeting a character like Mickey must be (to Kara, at least) of the same sort of thrill she got when she met him. Luckily she hadn't thrown herself into Erik's arms.

After Kara had collected an autograph and had her picture taken, she beckoned to Erik.

"Is it time to go now," he asked wearily.

"No, no! It's your turn!" And before Erik could protest, she had shoved him into the arms of Mickey. Erik noticed he was bigger in person, as he clamped the Opera Ghost to his side.

"You wanna ease up a bit, Mickey?" he gasped.

And with Erik struggling and suffocating at his side, Kara snapped a picture of them.

Mickey abruptly let go, and Erik, who wasn't ready for it, dropped to the ground. He quickly stood up, straightened his mask and cape, and swept furiously out.

He wanted to yell at Kara, he wanted to Punjab her, he really did. But there was something odd about the way she grinned at him when he stalked up to her that…kind of melted him. Of course, after she skipped off with him, it all came back.

A whole hour of their time already gone, they got on a few more rides, which were more exciting than the first. The Matterhorn, which was a bobsled ride that whizzed all around a small mountain, and the Indiana Jones ride, which bumped and jostled them around so much that Erik's mask fell off and cracked at the bottom of the Jeep they were riding in. Being full of fire, monsters, and threatening voices, Erik enjoyed this ride very much. Until the mask incident, of course. Luckily it was still wearable for the day.

"We have time for just one more ride, Erik," said Kara, looking at her watch.

"Oh, good," said Erik dully. The cracked mask didn't want to stay on his face, and he had to hold it continually, for fear it would fall and shatter altogether, scaring more kids. The last thing he wanted was another "Track Down This Murderer" episode to cap off the day.

Back into Fantasyland they went, where Kara led him to a colorful ride with whistling flute music. After waiting for twenty minutes, she took him onto a large disc full of large teacups. They climbed into a big yellow cup and waited for the ride to start.

They hadn't been there but ten seconds when Hilary dashed up to get into their cup, a pair of Mickey Mouse ears perched on her head.

"Can I join you in a cup of tea?" she said, and then dissolved into giggles with Kara.

"What are you still doing here?" Erik asked.

"I was allowed to stay in the park all day, and decided to follow you two around. That Indiana Jones ride is really something, isn't it?"

Erik leaned back. "What does this ride do, anyway?"

No sooner than he had asked, the cups started spinning. Kara and Hilary turned the disc in their cup so fast that Erik was afraid their cup would unscrew itself and go flying. They spun so fast that he couldn't lean forward again – the speed held him back. He held on to the cup and his loose mask for dear life.

The ride was over in a few minutes. Kara and Hilary laughed as they supported each other out of the gate, and Erik stumbled after. When he'd got his balance back, he waved goodbye and dashed off to the park exit before Kara or Hilary knew what had happened to him.

His legs carried him to the tram that took him back to the hotel, up to his room, and into his bed. As he collapsed into his bed, Mask Number Two fell to the floor and broke into two pieces.

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I hope that was a good enough chapter to satisfy you all from yesterday. I don't need to tell you what to do now.