A/N: Yay! People liked it!

elvinscarf: hehe, glad you liked it!

Healing Hands: Thanks for the advice. I'm not exactly sure what you meant, but I've tried to space this chapter out a bit more. It makes a lot of white space, but hopefully it will be more legible. (Makes it look like i actually wrote more thanI did, too.)

I do not own Phantom Of The Opera, much to my regret. I also do not own the quote down below (these are just random quotes that I find that I think sound vaguely Phantomish).

"It must be a torture chamber!" Sancho screamed.

The Adventures Of Don Quixote de la Mancha

Wonders Of The Past

Chapter Two

Alex opened his eyes once the bright light had disappeared. To his surprise there was still light. He looked around and saw that Kite and Kat were both looking around too. "What?" Alex asked.

"I have no idea." Kat replied. Alex looked down at the ground. It was no longer office carpet, but stone, as were the walls. But there was light coming from somewhere. Kite peered down the long corridor.

"Let's go that way," he said, "I think the light's coming from over there." Alex grabbed his sleeve.

"Wait a minute. Do you really think we should go towards the light? I mean, maybe we've died and...you know, people always say, keep away from the light at the end of the tunnel. And this is exactly how I always imagined the tunnel. Or maybe I've passed out, and this is all some weird dream." he continued. Kat pinched herself.

"Nope, not a dream," she said, rubbing her arm. "but if we are dead...well, I always imagined that I'd be...more of a spirit. Less solid, at any rate. Come on." Kat began to walk in the direction Kite had indicated. Alex looked down the passage untrustingly. He followed, however.

The passageway was rather dusty, and Alex felt as though he was going to sneeze. He was relieved when Kite stopped. "I don't believe it." Kite muttered. Alex peered around him, and felt his mouth fall open in surprise.

"Neither do I." he agreed. It was as though they were looking through a window into a room. Kat approached the glass and looked through.

"No one there," she said turning back to them. "Um, I might sound crazy, but do you know what this reminds me of?" Alex nodded.

"I know exactly." Kite nodded as well. "But it can't be. I mean, unless this is just some dream that I'm having." Alex nodded towards the glass.

"Can we open it? See what it looks like on the other side?" Kat pulled on the glass, and it slid sideways. She stepped out, and looked around the room.

"It is..." she said. Kite and Alex stepped out as well. They looked around in awe. Alex started to slide the mirror shut behind himself.

"Wait, don't close it all the way!" Kite said. Alex nodded and left it ajar.

"Yeah, we don't know if it would open again."

Kite went to the door and peered out. "I don't see anyone," he said. He pulled the door shut and turned the lock. "Okay," he said, turning around, "if this is real, and not a dream. If we've really been transported to... this place, then we need to figure out what to do." Kat nodded agreement.

"Right. First, let's take an inventory. There are the three of us. And we have?" Kite pulled everything out of his pockets.

"Let's see...I have my costume, including my lasso and my mask. I also have my script and a CD with the music on it. That's it." Kat turned to Alex. "How about you?" Alex looked at what he was carrying.

"I also have my script, a bunch of paper, and...ah, this must be Gary's, the plan for the stage lighting. Oh, and I have two ballpoint pens and a highlighter. And my sword. Kite has his sword, too." Kite glanced down.

"Oh, right. I got used to it, and I guess I forgot I was wearing it. Sorry." Alex snorted.

"How could you possibly forget? It's always bumping against my legs, or poking me, or something." Kat now looked to see what she had.

"Well, I've got the key to my dressing room, my costume, your cloak, the key to my bike lock, my script, and a pencil." she laid all of the things out in front of her.

"No food, no water, no matches. Well, we are prepared aren't we?" she said sarcastically.

"Well, why would we need any of those things for after school drama club?" Alex asked.

"So, what do we do now?" Kite asked, picking up his cloak and examining the hole. "Say, this isn't too bad. I thought it would be some big gaping thing." Alex nodded.

"Well, it could have been, but it didn't rip. So, yeah, what are we going to do? We don't even know if we're BC or AD." Kat stared at him.

"What?" she asked. "BC or AD? What do you mean? The phantom of the opera takes place in 188-something, I think. But it's definitely AD." Alex shrugged.

"I mean, BC is Before Christine, and AD is After Don Juan. It's just how I think of things." Kite and Kat stared at him. "Hey, what're you looking at me like that for? It's just something I made up." Kat nodded.

"Yeah...ah, so, we need to find out whether we're...AD or BC. Jeeze, that just sounds so weird!" she said.

"We could go back down to the lair, if that's where the tunnel we landed in goes..." Kite suggested. Alex quickly tried to persuade him otherwise.

"No, I really don't think that's a good idea...I mean, if he saw himself, Raoul, and Christine, what do you think he'd do? I mean, Kat and I might be anyone, but you are definitely a phantom. We should at least try to find other clothes. We don't even know what version we're in, if we're in the story at all! Leroux, Webber, movie, Kay, need I go on? I mean, is it only a half deformity? This dressing room looks sort of like the movie, but is that any indication?" Kat sighed.

"I know...what if the phantom looks like Gerard Butler...oooooh, that would be so...so..." she trailed off with an expression of ecstasy on her face. Kite looked over with distaste.

"Um, Kat, hello? This is real life, he'd probably kill you if you tried to hug him or something."

Kat sighed again and nodded. "I suppose you're right. But I could still try...I'm only kidding!" She hastened to assure them. "So, shall we go out and brave the opera house? It must not be totally movie, if the house is still standing, and isn't burnt. Maybe it's Webber, then. I don't know the book as well as the musical. But it could be that it's just this part that isn't burnt..." Alex pointed something out.

"Listen! You can hear something. Maybe it's singing!" He pressed his ear to the door. "Uh, oh! I think someone's coming!" he hissed suddenly.

Kat ran for the mirror, but it wouldn't open. "I thought I told you not to close it all the way!" Kite moaned.

"I didn't!" Alex protested. "I left it open a bit! In case something like this happened!" Kat groaned as someone tried the door. It was still locked.

"Should we...?" Kite whispered, motioning to the lock.

"No," Kat whispered back, "maybe they'll go away to get a key or something, and we could slip out!" The door knob rattled as the person tried to open it.

"Christine?" Came a voice. "Christine, are you in there?" Kite glanced at Alex. "Raoul?" He mouthed. Alex shrugged.

"Christine! Are you there? Christine, answer me! If you're in there, don't go near the mirror! Christi-" his shouting stopped suddenly. Kat raised her eyebrows.

"I'll hazard a guess that we're AD," she said. Now another voice came through the door. "I'm right here, Raoul, what's wrong?" the new person said. Alex whispered,

"I guess you were right." to Kite.

"That must be Christine." Kat muttered.

The conversation outside the door continued. "Thank goodness! I thought you were in there." Raoul said.

"Why, would that be bad?" Christine asked.

"Well, the last time the door was locked, you disappeared. I was afraid that it might happen again." Raoul said.

"The door? Locked? But I didn't lock it," there was another rattle of the doorknob.

"Do you have a key, Christine?" Raoul asked.

"No, but I'm sure the management does. Let's go see them." there were some footsteps, then silence.

"Quick!" Kat hissed. Alex hurried to the door, and pressed his ear against it. He couldn't hear anyone outside. He joined Kat and Kite in gathering up all their stuff. He tucked his under his arm and quietly unlocked the door.

"Hurry up, we don't know how long we have!" Kat said. Alex pushed open the door and hurried out into the hall, followed by the other two. Then they all stopped dead. Christine and Raoul were staring at them from a few feet away from the door. From what Alex had seen, they had been kissing, when they were interrupted by the three coming out of the room. Alex tried to say something. "Erk..." was all that came out. Raoul was staring, as was Christine. Kat and Kite were also staring. Alex was trying to come up with a coherent sentence. "We...we're terribly sorry. We...uh...got locked in. By mistake! Uh..." he trailed off. "Kite..." he whispered. "You're the oldest. So, what do we do?" Kite swallowed.

"Run." he said hoarsely. Then he took off down the hall, in the opposite direction from Raoul and Christine.

Kat and Alex stared after him for a second, before following his example. "Maybe they'll just think it was a dream." Kat panted as she and Alex tried to catch up to Kite.

"He's in track..." Alex gasped. He was already lagging behind Kat. "You must be in track. Why is everyone faster then me?" he wondered. Then he heard footsteps behind him. He kept his eyes on Kat. "Don't look back. Don't look back," he repeated to himself.

His eyes had their own idea, unfortunately. He looked back to see Raoul running after him. And gaining. He turned a corner, and saw Kat already halfway down it. "Kat," he pleaded, "wait for me!" But Kat didn't hear him. She probably thought he was still right behind her. Alex stopped, and panted. He could hear the footsteps of Raoul catching up. Alex looked desperately around and spotted a door that was partially open. He dived through it, and slammed it shut. Then he realized that it didn't have a lock. Then someone pushed on the door from the other side. Alex struggled to keep the door shut. "Why me?" he cried to himself. He glanced around the room he had entered. It wasn't a room at all, but a short corridor, with still more doors. "How big is this place?" he wondered.

Raoul was still pushing on the door. Alex was digging in his heels trying to keep it closed. He looked around. It would only be a matter of time before his strength failed. Alex let go of the door and jumped back from it when it banged open. "I surrender!" he cried.

A/N: yeah…I was thinking about the word "viceroy". And I was also thinking about the meaning. So, vice is like second (vice principal, vice president) and roy is king in French…so viceroy is like vice king…weird, you can tell I don't normally think. Heh