Corrected January 2007

Disclaimer: Don't Own Don't Sue. P.S. If anyone has Gerard Butler's home address please don't hesitate to email me! Hehe

To My Reviewers:

Dancer Of The Opera: Thanks so much I am glad you are sticking with the story. Well I thought the same thing about if there was anything nasty in the canal but I figured it's the 1800's it can' t be THAT bad.

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CHAPTER THREE

Emily woke up disoriented she sat up and looked around her to find that she was laying in a swan bed with green silk sheets. At first she thought that she had fallen asleep while filming until she remembered just what had happened to her. "Tom!" She began to panic "Thomas James Butler!" She was hyperventilating now. What had happened to Tom? She started thinking the worst.

Tom came running into the room. He went and wrapped his arms around her "Relax lass everything's going to be okay." He said rubbing her back.

Emily pushed back from him. "How the hell is everything going to be okay! We are in the year 18 fucking 70!" She yelled.

As she said this the Phantom came walking in. "Actually mademoiselle tis the year 1866."

Emily laughed as if she had lost her mind "1866? Oh that's so much fucking better! And I am talking to the fucking Phantom of the opera!"

The Phantom glared at her "The name is Erik, mademoiselle, Erik Destler if you don't mind!"

Emily closed her eyes and took a deep breath "This is a dream I'm going to wake up. This is just a dream I'm going to wake up. When I open my eyes I will be back in my own bed in 2005 and this will all of been a bad dream." She opened hers "Oh fuck! What the hell is going on!"

"I don't think I have ever heard a women utter such obscenities in my life." Erik said shaking his head and leaving the room. Emily flipped him the bird as he was walking out.

"Em, you really need to relax. You have been awake about 5 minutes and you have managed to not only use the word fuck 4 times you have also insulted Erik, flipped Erik the bird, and made yourself out to look like a deranged lunatic."

Emily looked at him like he had grown a second head. "First off how the hell can you be so claim? Second since when are you on a first name basis with the fucking phantom of the opera?"

Tom rubbed his temples "To answer your questions I am just as concerned as you are but panicking isn't going to help us get home. Second I am on a first name basis with Erik because if it weren't for him you would be dead after you fell into the canal you went missing for a good 10 minutes Erik was the one who found you and helped me get you breathing again. That and I have been alone with him for the past week And make that the word fuck 5 times."

"Week! I have been out for a week!" Emily screamed.

At this point Erik had walked back into the room with a brown glass bottle in his hand. "Here you are mademoiselle take a drink of this."

Emily grabbed it and took a good half of the bottle.

"What is this?" she asked making a face.

Erik who had a shocked look on his face replied with just one word. "Morphine."

Emily got very light headed and feel back on the pillows asleep.

Erik looked at Tom "Is she always like this?"

"When she's upset yes, she's actually quiet pleasant when she's in her right mind."

"How did she know I was the phantom of the opera?" Erik asked.

"Well you see...that's a very long story." Tom replied scratching his head.

TBC