A/N: N/A (meaning I can't think of anything)

Going on to Responses (25 reviews! Let's make it 50, if it's not too much to ask. Tell all your friends about the amazingly confusing thing I've written)

Beverly Vulcan Princess-Did you enjoy the rain? And Dun! Dun dun dun dun dun, it's following you again! Oh, and by the way, has Jack brought the kids back yet? I haven't seen a thing of them all day. Same with Erik.

Phantomchild199-You let Raoul into where you have your cookies. Shame on you! I appreciate the thought, though. :grins:

BONANZA!-Just email me if you have a question. Angry Erik is SOOO hard to write. Sigh. But I was being serious about it. Read the book if you don't believe me.

Disclaimer: Like always.

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Erik and AU Erik were laughing, each doing even more horrendous—and even more accurate—impressions of Carlotta. Suddenly a girl walked in. She looked from one Erik to the other, clearly confused. She closed her eyes, turned around, walked back out, counted to ten and reentered. Nope, they're still here, she thought grimly.

"Umm…" she said, looking for which Erik was her Erik, but the two were identical. She closed her eyes and counted to ten again. Still two identical Eriks. She brushed her reddish brown curls back from her face, thinking they had gotten in the way of her vision.

Both Erik and AU Erik were watching her antics with amusement. Amazing, AU Erik thought. She really can't tell us apart.

"Umm…" she said again. "Am I going mad or are there two of you there?"

"You're going mad," said Erik's voice from the other side of the room. She whirled, but saw nothing. She rationalized this was because it was heavily encased in shadows. "There are three of us."

She turned back, seeing Erik moving his mouth; he was making no effort to conceal that he was throwing his voice.

"Erik, that's not funny," she said with her hands on her hips.

"You know, maybe I should leave," AU Erik said, "There's this girl out there who wants to kill me."

"Well, just Punjab her! You'd hopelessly mar my reputation if you didn't." Surprisingly enough, this wasn't Erik talking, but the girl.

DUN! DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN!

All three of them looked over at the organ. "That's one talented rat," AU Erik said, looking at the rat climbing on the keys.

Someone tapped AU Erik on the shoulder. "Hello, my love," Kathleen said, grinning creepily. Since one could still only see half of her face, her creepy grin was quite creepy indeed.

He jumped in spite of himself, causing the girl to heave an exasperated sigh. The look on her face said, just Punjab her, for the love of God!

Kathleen squinted at the girl. "Have we met before?" she asked.

"Not to my knowledge. I'm Demetria."

Kathleen gasped. "D-demetria Daae?" she asked.

"No, but I was." Demetria exchanged a significant glance with Erik.

"Ah, I see. You two are married."

"Yes indeed we are. It took me quite a while to pry him away from my sister, though."

Erik winced. "Don't bring that up again."

"So, have you been enjoying Erik's company?" Kathleen asked, gesturing to the spot where AU Erik was standing. He wasn't there. Kathleen sighed in much the same manner as Demetria had before. (A/N: Demetria Spinrad, I'd just like to have you know that Word says Demetria isn't a word, but the only thing it can come up with is Dementia. Hehe) "Was he pulling the Angry Erik or the Happy Erik when he was here?"

"He seemed to be pulling the Quite Pissed Off Erik," Demetria answered.

"Why?"

"He said that a girl wanted to kill him, and I told him to Punjab her or he'd ruin my reputation."

"Your reputation?"

She bowed formally. "Opera Ghostess at your service."

"Opera Ghostess?"

"Yeah. I followed Mme. Giry around until I learned the secret passageways, and then played pranks one Erik until he left Christine alone."

"And did you Punjab people?"

Demetria grinned, trying to look angelic but failing utterly. "Well, Buquet was asking for it…"

"Thanks for the info, Demetria."

"Do you want to stay for dinner?" Demetria asked. "We could share stories about how difficult it is being in a relationship with Erik. I'm sure he'd cook us something fantastic."

"If he were here…"

"Oh great. My Erik took off with your Erik."

"I am your Angel of Music."

"Kathleen, did you say something?"

"No, but I definitely heard something. Did you say something?"

"Come to me Angel of Music."

"Kathleen, this isn't funny."

"Demetria, quit it," said Kathleen, growing quite angry.

"Who is that voice, who is that in there?"

"I am your Angel of Music."

"QUIT IT!" they said together.

"In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came."

"CHRISTINE!" they said in unison.

"One of our Eriks is trying the stunt with Christine again," Kathleen continued.

"Want to go track him down?"

"Have you got a spare Punjab?"

"Sing once again with me, our strange duet."

"That can be arranged," Demetria said, and tossed Kathleen a Lasso.

Demetria pulled out her own Punjab and the two sisters—for there had to be some alternate universe where they were both born—set off, steaming with rage.

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A/N: Ooh… who could it be?