Elsa's eyes flashed open the moment they hit the murky, green water. Nicole and Danielle were panicking and holding onto each other, not knowing what to do or where to swim. Elsa just swam over to them, smacked them both across the cheek and pointed upwards, then swam in that direction, soon being followed by the two-thirds of the Three Stooges.
Once to the top they all gasped for air. The water was recognizable enough, but the sound of an organ being played in the distance, and then abruptly stopping just confirmed their suspicions. They were indeed in the phantom's lair.
Soft footsteps could be heard coming towards them. The splash must have alerted a particular someone. They slowly made their way over to hide behind a ruined wall. A soft glow was coming from the corridor ahead of them, and growing nearer as they pressed their bodies to the cold stone, all of them having pretty much the same thoughts of "Please don't kill me" in their heads.
The light of a candelabra could be seen as the footsteps halted where the walkway ended, no more than a few yards away from the three young women. The light was shed as far as it could go and into every corner until it stopped. The three looked over to where the light had halted. Part of Danielle's pink dress was sticking out from behind the rocks, floating above the surface. Unfortunately, it was something none of them had noticed, but the Phantom had.
"Oh, what do we have here?" a question came from the deep voice of the Phantom.
"What should we do?" whispered Danielle to Nicole and Elsa. Nicole shrugged, completely clueless on the subject. Elsa sighed and did what only she knew to do. Either way they were probably going to die, so why not be noosed and get it over with? She swam out from behind the dilapidated wall and tugged the other two behind her.
"Monsieur, we mean no harm. Just a tad lost… and wet," Elsa spoke up. Indeed they were drenched in their costumes, and beginning to get cold. The Phantom's smoky blue eyes looked over Elsa, noticing her Don Juan-ish clothing.
"Mocking me are you? Mocking me in my humiliation?" Erik's temper was indeed rising as he said these words. Nicole and Danielle already had the right idea to get out of the flooded catacombs, swimming towards the only bit of light they could see that was flooding down from a staircase. Elsa waded there for a moment before the phantom shoed her away. "Be gone with you! Never return!" were the words that the angry voice screamed behind her as she quickly swam to catch up with her friends.
Nicole and Danielle were sitting on the broken steps trying to catch their breath as they helped Elsa up out of the water. Elsa's brown eyes drifted around for a moment before going to Nicole's side. "Where did you get that?" Elsa, of course, was referring to the rapier that was newly accessorized to Nicole's Raoul costume.
"I found it on the stairs when we got here. Figured we might need it, considering we have never been seen in Paris before, and we are dressed like a few of the main characters in the movie. A little suspicious, don't ya think? Besides, I can fence just as good as any Erik or Raoul," She replied proudly. Danielle was half walking and half crawling up the steps to see what was around the corner.
"Look! It's my room… err Chrissy's room!" She shouted down to the others. Elsa and Nicole instantly scrambled up to the top of the stairs as well, peeking around the corner and into the room. It was empty. Elsa stalked her way to the mirror/door and pulled the latch on it, which made the door open.
She pushed Nicole to go in first, considering she was the one with the weapon, which was definitely going to come in handy as the shrill ring of another rapier being drawn and put into the wall next to her head came to their attention. Nicole's eyes slowly drifted up her attacker's form. From the polished black boots, to the black trousers and the white ruffle top shirt and finally to the horrible sideburns that her alter-ego had, she immediately recognized him as the Vicomte Raoul de Chagny.
Quickly her hand reached for her weapon, which luckily countered another one of the Vicomte's attacks. Elsa and Danielle had taken to hiding behind the dressing screen. "Who are you? I demand you to tell me!" the Vicomte asked as he lunged at Nicole again, who parried his attack with her own sword.
"I'm your mini me! Can you not tell from the clothing! You aren't—GAH!" Her reply was cut off by an incoming slash to her waist. Dodging it did not prove to be as useful this time; de Chagny had clipped her shirt making a rather large hole in the side of it. "Okay, I wasn't going to counter attack, but this was a 70 dollar shirt from Ralph Lauren! As I was saying, you… aren't… going… to believe this… but I'm from… the year … 2005!" She slashed in between the pauses in her speech.
Raoul and Mini-Raoul fought between each other with all their might, but Nicole had one thing that the official de Chagny didn't: the knowledge of martial arts. Nicole gave the vicomte a swift kick to the chest, which knocked him down and knocked the wind out of him. It probably hurt like hell as well considering she was wearing boots, and now one boot was on the chest of the vicomte as she stood above him. "My friends, Elsa and Danielle, and I are from the year 2005. By some freak accident we ended up down there in the dampest place in Europe next to Venice, which explains why we are wet. And now, we are in Christine's bedroom, and so are you, but it looks as if we've got the upper hand in things."
A cough came from Raoul before he tossed his weapon to the side showing that he surrendered. Raoul Junior lifted her foot from his chest and let his sit up. When he caught his breath finally and all three young ladies were in plain view, he finally asked the question that everyone saw coming, "How do you know all of this?"
"You see, your lives were made into a movie in our time, and well, we are a tad obsessed with it and know the whole thing by heart!" Danielle chimed in. The Vicomte looked utterly confused, and sort of angry when he finally looked upon Elsa, but the angry expression soon turned to a sort of smirk as he saw that they were all indeed female and that Elsa wasn't Erik at all. "I suppose I have no choice but to believe you girls. No one here knows how to use such defense on a person as you did. And who is this Ralph Lauren you speak of?" Raoul pulled himself up off of the floor and onto the vanity bench.
"Ralph Lauren is—" Nicole was cut off by the door opening and the original Christine Daae walking into her room. Her eyes shifted from Raoul, to Nicole, to Danielle, and then to Elsa. With a shriek, she fainted.