So far Rogue or Juliet has woken up in another world.

Juliet……

"You do know me. We've been married for almost five years. I'm Christopher." He said confidently.

Juliet looked at him and thought him the most beautiful person she'd ever seen. Yet she seemed to recognize him from somewhere.

But where?

She had no clue.

It'll come to me right?

Awkward moments passed until he broke the silence.

"Darling, is something the matter?"

"Yes there is. I have never met you before in my life. Also a man who befriended me when no one else would was just hung." (A/N like an ox. Lol)

Christopher wanted to emphasize the point that they were married he did know her and so on and so forth. He thought it would be explained better with physical interaction. Therefore he got out of bed. Juliet then discovered he slept in the nude!

"Oh my god! Please get some clothes on!" exclaimed Juliet shielding her eyes.

Soon deep laughter could be heard.

"What may I ask is so funny?" she asked still blocking him from her view.

"Well, sweet, incase you forgot it was your idea I sleep in the nude."

Just to make sure Juliet looked down at herself to see if she was dressed. She was wearing a cream silk night gown. It was sleeve less and reached her knees. The dress was loose and billowy but fit Juliet's figure very well. Which she noticed was not skinny and sickly but full and curvy. Her rogue hair, as well, fell in graceful waves down her back to right above her butt. It was like silk and shined.

(A/N for the dress sort of picture. It's a 30ish sort of dress. Limp but graceful. No beads though. Also idk if they had that sort of dress but just flow with it. Lol)

"I may have requested that of you then but now I'm begging you to properly clothe yourself."

"Well I have to dress anyway. I have to go to work. Will you be alright by yourself?"

"Yes of course."

He's the first person I saw in this place/ dimension/ world. So I guess I'll trust him.

Christopher got cleaned up and dressed, kissed Juliet on both cheeks and headed off. Shortly after a maid came in to assist Juliet in getting ready as well. After some time she was ready and downstairs enjoying breakfast.

Meanwhile……

Christine/ Erik…….

"Nooooo!"

She fell to her knees un-lady like sobs escaped her mouth. Her true love was now dead. Yet while her mind stood blank unable to comprehend anything she awoke with a start. It would seem that Christine had fallen asleep on a couch whilst reading. The room was round and the walls were lined with books. In front of the sofa was a fire. It wasn't flaming anymore but still gave a decent amount og light.

She was leaning heavily on the arm with her feet tucked under her.

Christine was wearing an off the shoulder no sleeves dress. It had a flat neckline. The fabric was a yellow and white pinstripe. There were no frills or lace. Also a solid yellow outer corset.

She had no clue where she was or what had happened to Erik. Simply digesting her surroundings was enough.

Erik……..

They dropped me. Yet right when I felt the tiniest hint of pressure from the rope it was gone. I just kept falling. Darkness surrounded me. My legs were straight down. Pencil diving, I was pencil diving into nothing. All of a sudden his lags start to bend at the hip into a sitting position. His arse lands gracefully into a bed. The clothes he was wearing changed to those for bed. A cotton sheet falls over his legs.

The feeling of nothingness, falling, and darkness got brushed aside. Like a spiders web wiped off your arm. Gone but the feeling lingers.

Erik looked at his surroundings:

The king sized canopy bed below him was covered in simple white, cotton, linens. Including four king sized feather pillows.

The top half of the walls was covered in forest green velvet. With the bottom that of rich mahogany wood. Most of the furniture was mahogany. The dresser, head board and bed posts, the doors and a vanity filled with girly junk. (A/N I apologize to those offended by that line. Lol)

Off to his left was a night stand. Past that was a fairly tall dresser then a door. He presumed that it led to the lavatory. To his right was another nightstand, a window with sheer cream curtains. Then on the adjacent wall another dresser. Next to the dresser was another window and a chaise lounge in the corner. An emerald green throw was casually tossed over the cream chaise lounge. The wall right in front of Erik had the vanity and stool. To the left was a door leading to a hallway. Then the adjacent wall to that wall was a rather large floor to ceiling gold framed mirror. The floor was hard wood with an area rug in front of the bed. The area rug was a mesh of all different shades of green.

Erik draped his legs over the bed.

Where the hell am I?

He headed for the door to the hallway. When passing by the mirror he noticed he wasn't wearing his mask. Upon closer inspection he didn't need a mask. His face was perfect. (A/N all perfect Gerard butler goodness. Lol) Erik was let's say shocked and overjoyed. He didn't have a clue as to what happened but hoped Christine was here. Erik left that room hollering Christine's name. Opening random doors hoping to see his angel asleep, peaceful. Each door he opened entered into a room designed similarly as the room he woke in, but each a different colors. One was blue, red, purple, gold, and grey.

He continued his search until he heard soft footsteps and a quite calling of,

"Erik?"

(A/N okay this is based off the movie and I don't know if Christine knows Erik's name. also I don't know if I already told you that. But just flow with it. Lol)

Christine…..

After a bit Christine heard movement above her. Shortly after she heard her name being called. The walls and floors prevented Christine from hearing the tone of the voice or the sound. Christine hesitantly got up from the sofa and went to investigate. Once out of that room the voice became clearer. It sounded like her angel of music.

Erik!

She dashed across the foyer to a staircase. Christine didn't want to get her hopes up and have them be let down so she was cautious. Yet her mind didn't connect with her legs because she hurried up the stairs. She heard doors open and shut that followed with a hopeful,

"Christine?"

Oh how she prayed it was Erik. Quite as a mouse she spoke,

"Erik?"

She reached the landing and faced the hallway. There a man in a night shirt with messy, velvety ebony hair. His back was to her but she saw his posture was rigid as if let down and out of hope. The calls became less enthusiastic and a little more on the desperate side.

"Erik, is that you?"

Well got that far and one more chapter. I'm really sorry to those who've waited for this. I really am. But yeah anyway it's here now right.

Peace out

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