A/N: Well, my updates seem to come in spurts... So, thank you all for all the wonderful reviews.They are like little patches of blue sky in the clouds of my life... actually, my life is pretty much all good, so I don't really have the right to say that. But they do make me feel nice and... appreciated. Yeah, that's the word! So look, I'll respond to them! (If I miss any, I'm really sorry, they might not have shown up on my computer.)

Mominator124- Well, you do see the Phantom in this chapter, hope he's the one you want...

Mel- Yay! Thank you!

Kchan88- I know, I certantly had fun writing it. Hey, you're one of the two people who have reviewed more than once... :)

elvinscarf- hehe - :)

Jinxd n cursed- I hope it continues to be interesting.

stainedblackrose- Nah, there are lots of stories with people from the present meeting the characters, but there are so many different senarios that you can put them in that they all end up different. So if you wrote one, I'm sure it wouldn't be like mine at all, even if it started the same way. I agree, Gerard is handsome.

Dancer of the Opera- Well, this is soon, but you might have to wait for a bit for the next chapter.

Christy Day- Woot! Someone mentioned the quotes! I love them too, that's why I'm sharing them with everyone.

Chapter's quote is... (Oh yeah, I own no Eriks, Christines, of Raouls.)

In my life, she has burst like the music of angels...

Another Les Miserables

Raoul stood up from the chair he had been seated in.

"It all seems so impossible," he said, looking from one to the other to the other. "This concept that where you come from, I am fiction. Nothing but a character in a book and...movie." He hesitated before saying the latter, still unfamiliar with 21st century words. "I think that you should stay here in the opera house. It is due to open again tomorrow, and I am sure that I could arrange something so that you three could join the chorus."

Kat smiled. "Thank you so much! We really appreciate it! Until we figure out how to get home." Alex and Kite nodded agreement and thanks.

"Well, I think that we should go do that, then. M. Kite, I suggest that you leave your cloak, sword, and mask here, however." Kite nodded and took off the cloak. He folded it neatly, placing it with the mask and sword. Raoul put Alex's sword on the pile as well before opening the door and motioning Christine through it.

Christine left, followed by Kat and then Kite and Alex. Raoul shut the door behind himself. Then he took the lead, and led them all down the hall in the direction of the managers' office. Kat and the others followed, looking around in glee at their surroundings.

After they had exited the dressing room, another figure had slipped in.

Don't do it. Don't go. Why torture yourself?

The phantom shook his head. "I'm not going," he told himself. "I'm just going to deliver this letter. That's all."

You can try to justify your actions with an excuse, but it won't fool anyone. All you'll see is her and the boy. Then you'll wish that it could be you, and you'll wish that things could have turned out differently, when you know that they never could have.

The phantom shook his head again. "I'm not going, really I'm not." He repeated to himself. He walked purposely towards the managers' office. He waited until he was sure there was no one inside before he delivered his letter.

He wanted to wait and see the managers' reactions, but he soon found his feet treading the familiar path to Christine's dressing room. "No, I'm not going to look." He assured himself. His feet would not change their course, however. "All right, just one look. Only to make sure she's all right," he muttered.

Ah, see! You know you shouldn't. You know you can't have her. She didn't chose you and there's nothing you can do about it.

He frowned and approached the mirror. There she was, in all her beauty. The phantom sighed and felt tears come to his eyes.

You did it again, why must you always do this?

He pressed his hand to the glass, wishing that she would see him, call him her angle again.

She has guests.

He looked and saw that she did indeed. There was the vicomte, and three others. The phantom narrowed his eyes. They were not from his opera house, he was certain. Who were they then? They were all facing away from the mirror, so he couldn't see their faces. One of them was wearing a black cloak, however, so possibly he had just come from outside? The phantom wondered. He listened intently, and heard the conversation drifting through.

"What is a movie?" The vicomte was asking the strangers. The phantom listened with interest as one of them tried to explain. What he said sounded amazing. It certainly seemed as though it would work. He closed his eyes and in his mind formed the device that would play this movie.

It would need the pictures...and they would need to be on glass or something that was sheer. They would only be able to change a bit between each of them...he opened his eyes and listened to more of the conversation.

It was certainly interesting. When the female visitor asked what he looked like, the phantom raised his eyebrows. Didn't everyone in the city know what he looked like? Hadn't the newspaper described him as a "horrible deformed monster with one side of his face all twisted"? Christine said something which he barely caught. "Horrible," she whispered. He sank down to the floor, the tears which he had been holding in falling down his face.

You knew this would happen. You never should have come here. You should have listened to me.

"Even she says I'm horrible," he whispered. He leaned back against the mirror and raised his hand to his mask. "She hates me. And even now, I still love her. Why..." He wept silently, his mind re-playing her voice. "Horrible...horrible...horrible..." Through his misery he heard the door shut. He looked back through the mirror and saw that the room was empty.

He opened the mirror and slipped out, leaving it open. This room...so many happy memories. He tried to remember Christine's voice calling out to her angel but it sounded mocking in his mind. He glanced at the cloak that the stranger had left. With a jolt, he saw what was lying on top of it. He slowly reached down and picked up the white mask.

When the group neared the managers' office, they heard raised voices coming out from it. "This is insane! I thought he would go away, or die, or something! Certainly not continue with this my opera house joke!" One of them was shouting.

"Just calm down! We know where he lives now, we can get him out," the other said. Raoul knocked on the door.

"Come in," came an irritable reply. Raoul and the others walked in. The three from the future looked around and saw two men, one of whom was holding a letter. He thrust it at Raoul.

"Here, just look at this!" He cried, waving the piece of paper. Raoul took it and read it with interest.

"It's absurd! He is mad, Firmin, we were daft not to think so." the other - who must be Firmin, Kat reasoned - nodded in agreement. Raoul read the letter out loud.

Messieurs,

I am extremely grateful that you are repairing my opera house. I will allow my monthly salary to be slightly late, as I am sure you are on a tight budget at the moment, and have many things to see to. The new tenor you have employed seems satisfactory, although he has a rather annoying habit of prying where he shouldn't, if you take my meaning. Please warn him that it is dangerous in some parts of the opera house, and that accidents have been known to happen. I am sure he will understand. Please continue to keep box five at my disposal.

Respectfully yours,

O.G.

Andre slammed his hand down on the desk. "You see?" He cried. "Outrage! Why can't he just leave us in peace? After the whole Daee scandal - pardon me, mademoiselle, I meant no offence - I had hoped that we might be able to run a normal opera house. But it seems that there is no chance of that!"

He breathed deeply to calm himself. Firmin took over, "And even now he gives thinly veiled threats, "dangerous in parts of the opera house" and "accidents have been known to happen" why ever can't he just go away? Or at least not bother us?" Christine was looking pale, and Raoul quickly changed the subject. "Is there room in the chorus for a few more?" He asked.

"A few more?" Fimin repeated, "Half of them have quit! We need all the people we can get!" Raoul smiled.

"Then may I present mademoiselle Kat, Messieurs Kite and Alex. They are interested in joining the chorus." Andre glanced at them.

"We may not be able to pay much," he informed them, "as our delightful friend the Opera Ghost has pointed out, we are on a rather tight budget. If not for le Vicomte de Chagny here, the opera might be closed." Andre gestured at Raoul, and Raoul nodded gravely. "I would never let that happen," he assured them.

Woah, I can't think of anything to put down here except, yes, I do know that the Phantom has a name. It is Erik, a cool name, if I do say so.I actually heard the soundtrack, read the book...and then the other book... and then some more books (it's amazing how many published fanfictions there are!) before I saw the movie. And I've only seen it once. Yeah, I'm not a "phan" exactly... but don't let that stop you from reviewing!