Here we go people. A longer chapter. I do tell you now though, these chapters won't be the longest in the world. For nowanyway. What's the point in breakin' them up then? To give your hand somethin' to do! So remember, after every chapter, click to read more! Thanks! Yay!

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THUMP. Elsa landed on something hard. And cold.

"Damn time continuum vortex!" she mumbled, laying there, staring at the ground. "Ooo. Nice stone finishing," she mused. Mist swirled around her and she heard lapping water.

Elsa rolled onto her back and propped herself up on her elbows. As her eyes adjusted to the low light, she peered into the mist and saw a boat on the lake.

"Amazing..."

Then she realized music was playing somewhere. Nice, soft, slow piano music.

"Hmm..." She thought, looking around. "Could this really be my lair?" she asked herself, addressing herself as the Phantom, her other, other alias (other than Jack).

The piano stopped. Some movement was heard. And then humming. Sweet soft humming that matched the piano's melody.

Elsa sighed happily, closed her eyes and thought, "Oh yeah. That's the Phantom. No doubt."

Her eyes snapped open. Phantom?

"Oh shiitake...What in hellfire do I do? Be calm, be calm, do not panic, do not scream, Elsa, you do not scream..." she told herself.

The humming grew closer.

Crap.

Footsteps approached. A crackling was heard. The Phantom was lighting candles all over his lair. And there was a candelabra right above Elsa's head.

"I know...FAKE KNOCKED OUT!" Elsa let her head drop back to the stone floor and closed her eyes, then positioned her legs and arms out so it looked like she had fainted...or something.

The footsteps got closer still, then stopped.

Oh God he's seen me, Elsa thought frantically. Please don't kill me Erik, please...

"What's this?" came a soft, melodious voice. The Phantom of the Opera stood a few feet away from a still body lying on the stone floor of his home. He frowned. An intruder?

Elsa's heart raced as she felt fabric brush over her hand as he leaned to examine her.

"Mademoiselle," he said into her ear.

She was inclined to open her eyes.

A stern face looked down at her and she sat up quickly. But a glove hand caught her arm before she could stand.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"Uh..." Elsa couldn't form a complete sentence. She was too busy thinking of the noose she knew she would feel soon. He would hang her wouldn't he? Of course he would. She was going to die. She panicked and fainted, dropping back to the floor.

Danielle collided with something soft.

"Ooo cushy!" thought Danielle. She sat up. "Ooo pretty." Flowers surrounded her, and she found she was sitting on a feather bed, trimmed with lace and satin. "Where the heck?"

A scream echoed through the room.

Danielle jumped off the bed and screamed herself. "What the-!"

Christine Daae held her hands to her mouth and screamed again.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Danielle said.

"Raoul! Madame Giry! Someone help me!" cried Christine.

"Oh no! Don't! Wait! Christine!"

"You know my name?" said Christine, still traumatized. Christine fainted on the spot, falling to the floor.

"No! Shit, shit, shit," cursed Danielle.

Suddenly, the door swung open and in ran Raoul de Chagny. He stared in horror at Christine lying on the floor before rushing to her aid.

"Christine!" he called, running a hand over her head. "Christine! Wake up!"

Christine's eyes fluttered opened. Without saying a word, she pointed a pale finger at Danielle.

Danielle raised a hand meekly and waved. "Hiya."

"Who are you?" growled Raoul, jumping to his feet. "What are you doing in Christine's room? Answer me!"

"I'm Danielle. I'm from the year 2005. I didn't mean her any harm. I don't know how I got here. Please don't kill me!" rambled Danielle backing away.

Christine and Raoul both looked dumb struck.

"2005?" Christine asked. "Impossible."

"Improbable. But I'm here. I've lost my friend. She's somewhere around here I know it. Please don't kill me."

"Hmm," thought Raoul. "Are you telling the truth though?"

"Look at her Raoul. She has the oddest clothes. She couldn't be from Paris."

"No..." he pondered. "All right then. We'll have no choice but to believe you then. What did you say your name was?"

"D-Danielle," she smiled slightly. "And you're Christine Daae and the Vicomte de Chagny. An honor to meet you."

"You know of us?" asked Christine asked. "How, pray?"

"It's a very long story."

"I've had my share of long tales, please, tell us," Raoul said.

"Well...This Opera house, the stuff that happens here, and, well, your lives are a movie from where I come from. I've seen the movie once, but I love it...And yeah...This is amazing," finished Danielle.

"Remarkable." Raoul said.

"Tell us more!" pleaded Christine.

"All right. What do you want to know?"

"Everything!" cried Christine amazedly.

"Well...I'm from America, you know, 'The Colonies'?" Danielle started, and the three remained in Christine Daae's dressing room, as Danielle told stories of her life and where she came from.

The Colonies'! Danielle's so good at history...Eh heh heh :P

Ok, Im only postin' 2 chapters until SOMEONE, ANYONE tells me to continue. Next chapter: SINGING. Lol. It'll be fun! And whileyou read you can sing along! So you know what to do! Hit that button and review! (Ok lame rhyme, I know, but gimme a break!)