Chapter four of 'Things Too Big to Fit Through a Mirror'! I hope it is all to your liking so far, I'm working hard on this one. Well::hands out cookies to all reviewers and looker-over's: Keep readin' and reviewin' the fic!

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"I CANNOT FEEL MY LEG!"

The words, loud and booming, echoed through the room. His singularly visible green eye narrowed and attempted a glare.

"But I love you, long lost-"

"I'M NOT YOUR DAMN FATHER!" he exclaimed, jumping up and down almost spastically.

"I lo-"

"NO!" he cried. His face, the visible side anyway, had turned a bright red from anger, frustration and the development of a blood pressure problem.

He shook violently, a twitch developing in that eye, and grinned madly.

"I love you-"

"I DON'T! I DESPISE YOU, SMALL BLONDE BALLERINA; I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO YOU ARE! NOW, YOU'RE HURTING MY LEG, SO DETACH YOUR TINY, POINTLESS BODY!" he screamed.

The room fell silent. He was angry.

Silence kept going….until…..

….."Anyone want a cookie?"

The little Daae was suddenly munching upon a cookie.

"Where did she get a cookie?" one of the random ballerinas inquired.

Mouth full of cookie, she quirked her head to the side.

"The nice lady in the corner" she said, words muffled by the food.

There, in the corner, stood a girl. Her hair matched the small, stupid Daae's, only it was placed in a tasteful low ponytail. She wore a pair of formal pants and a formal jacket that looked oddly like the Phantom's outfit.

But, all everyone wanted to know was, why was she in pants?

"I heard there was a disturbance in the plotline" the girl stepped forward, munching on a cookie herself, "so I've come to fix it so everything runs as planned"

"Who the hell are you?" the Phantom inquired rudely.

"Shut your mouth, pretty boy, don't address your writer in that tone" the girl grinned, holding out a gloved hand for him to shake, "name's Kat, authoress of this story, here to fix this mess"

Dumbly, he slipped her hand into his and shook it.

"So, what seems to be the-" her eyes suddenly caught those of the little Giry, "ohh, clingy"

"SHE WILL NOT GET OFF!" the Phantom shouted.

"Calm down, blood pressure boy, you're gonna pop a vessel" she kneeled down to Meg's eye level, "sweetheart, why are you on this nice man's leg?"

The words came out like a kindergarten teacher speaking to a fearful child.

"He's my long lost, non existent papa who is no longer lost and now exists" she muttered, eyes hitting the floor.

"No, he isn't, he's a disfigured weirdo with an inferiority complex and the body of a God. Otherwise, he's nobody's papa" she said pointedly, grabbing Meg around the arm.

Hard as she pulled, the blonde would not dislodge.

"Yo, where's elephant boy?"

"Spherical obese elephant man?" the Phantom blinked curiously.

"Yeah, humongo, we need his elephant power" she said flatly, still pulling.

Everyone took a step backward, save for Piangi. He just stood there like an idiot.

"Let's go, humongo, be of some use!" she barked, gesturing him over and holding out her arm "grab my arm and pull"

He did so, nearly ripping her arm from its' socket. Her other hand remained closed around Meg's arm.

With the sound of a suction cup being removed from a window, the tiny Giry went rolling across the floor and into the wall with a thud.

"Bravissima! It's off! Alright, continue as planned" with that, the girl called 'Kat' strolled off, pat Christine Daae lightly on the head and snapped her fingers.

A large amount of pink smoke filled the room and cleared. When everyone looked, the girl was gone as if she had never been there.

"….Anyone want a cookie?" Christine asked again, now munching on a box.

Everyone just glared at the small Daae.

Then, the worst thing possible happened. Meg's eyes welled with tears, the liquid drops magnifying the dark-chocolate coloring.

Her lower lip began to quiver.

Ohh God no.

And soon the drops overflowed from her eyes and spilled down her cheeks.

Her face turned upward to the ceiling and then, the most horrid thing happened. Little Meg Giry began to cry, no, not even cry, to wail and sob.

Only about two and a half hours, now, to get every damn thing through that mirror.

Time was against him.

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Hah, I was in the chapter for like three minutes! I helped! I feel special! Whoosh, thanks for reading!