Disclaimer: All I own is…um….-hears snickers- Shut your mouth! B( I also don't own the song mentioned in the last chapter. Don't sue me!

A/N: I'm back! Lyk, ehmagod! This took me THE REST OF THE SUMMER TO DREAM UP. I'm an official Charlie and the Chocolate Factory obsessor, so my Phantom obsession isn't what it used to be. The story might not hold as much pizzazz; don't say I didn't warn you.

Time-traveling and some bad comebacks:

Erik raised his visible eyebrow as he looked over the teenager standing in front of him. "That was very…interesting, Amanda."

Amanda snorted. "Yeah, I know, I made that up in the 30 seconds that I had before I came out of the room." She stretched. "Anyway, I have the sunburn of doom, so, like, can you…?"

"Make you a mask? Sure. Actually compliment you on your song lyric writing skills? No."

"You suck."

Erik snapped his fingers in defeat. "You can really bite if you want to."

"I saw a shirt that said that once."

She cocked her head. "What the hell is your mask made out of, anyway? Is it leather or plastic or something?" Erik shook his head. "It's porcelain. Drop the mask that I make you, and you perish, because it'll take me 3 hours to make it- or more."

He turned to go, but Amanda grabbed his shoulder and said, "One last thing: keep your temper."

Erik had no idea what she meant.

Marching into the spare bedroom, taking care as to keep Christine asleep and keeping an eye on the time, Amanda grabbed the blue timer, pressing buttons so that she could go back in time a bit and erase what she had written on the arrow. Eventually, she got the coordinates right and went back…

"I should write a note on the arrow and give Meg some lessons too," Amanda said, picking up a quill and some red ink.

However, a voice in her ear whispered, "Don't write that. You'll make everything messed up."

She whirled around to find an exact copy of herself, only…she had Erik's deformity. "Who are you?" she asked, looking around her shoulder to see if Erik was watching her.

"I'm you from tomorrow morning. Anyway, don't give Meg lessons, for our sanity."

The future her flashed her retainer, left over from the braces she had gotten during sixth grade.

"Amanda? Let's go!" Erik called, nodding his head at the direction of the gondola. Amanda smiled and walked over, allowing the Phantom to escort her to her seat.

As Erik rowed the boat away from his home, the young Phantress looked back.

Her future self had gone.

Amanda stumbled back into the present, breathing hard. Time traveling wasn't exactly the most comfortable thing on the planet. When she anxiously looked toward the swan bed to see if Christine had woken at the sound of the crackle, however, she noticed that it was empty.

She's gone! Amanda thought, furrowing her brows in confusion as she stared at the empty bed. How can that be? T.K. said that the present stays still when you go forwards or backwards! Isn't it the law of time-traveling?

The timer vibrated. As Amanda glanced at the screen, she saw that it said to put on the earphones.

Still befuddled, she slipped the metal pieces into her ears and was greeted by TK's voice. "Laws can be broken."

A/N: Stupid writer's block is gone. ALL REJOICE!