I know it's been almost two weeks since my first updated but I wanted to try and get as much of the third chapter done as possible so then you wouldn't all have such a long wait next time. :) Thank you very much to those that have reviewed/favorited/followed so far. It means a lot to me! It's nice to know that somebody is enjoying my work, whilst I enjoy writing it. Here is the second chapter. I hope you're able to identify with the characters and my interpretation of them. For me, I imagine each of their reactions to be like this if I was ever lucky enough to transport myself back to 1870! Anyway enough rambling, enjoy the chapter and please review when you get the chance! :)

Unfortunately, I do not own Phantom. I only wish I did. *WAHH!*

From the Future

"-she is still not awake."

"She's been like this for over an hour."

"I wonder who she is!"

"Well, she reminds me of one of those ladies who works on the corner of Holy Street!" A giggly laugh rang out.

My eyelids felt heavy. The smell of candlewax forced them to rise. The blurred outlines of three figures standing came into view. My eyes flickered to the ceiling, focusing on the flurry of colors and dancing angels. I rubbed my eyes and glanced back at the people again. My breath left me in a whoosh as I sat upwards quickly, ignoring the sudden dizziness and rubbing my eyes again. Nope, they were still there.

"What on earth?" I whispered groggily. This was a really vivid dream. It was obvious to me who the trio was. I'd read about them enough, seen the show often enough too.

"Are you alright?" The girl with long dark curls asked as she hesitantly took a step forwards.

Her rosy cheeks contrasted against her ivory complexion, her brown eyes too wide for her face. She chewed her lip, appearing frail, an innocent charm about her. There was no doubt that she was beautiful though, in her own timid way.

I forced a nod, my eyes moving to the blonde girl who was still stood slightly in front of Christine. I could tell who she was. With her long curls framing her creamy skin, her eyes narrowed and a protective, mature flair about her.

"What year is this?" I questioned dumbly. I reasoned I must have looked half-insane already anyway and if this was only a dream, I didn't see how it mattered.

"Why would you ever ask such a thing?" A male voice scoffed.

I turned to glance at the young man, instantly pulling a face. It wasn't difficult to recognize the tall, confident figure of the Vicomte. I supposed I could understand why he would be considered handsome. He was stood straight, a proud air about him. His hair was bronzed brown, naturally styled and his bright blue eyes were narrowed, features harsh.

"So what year is it?" I asked again, turning back to Meg and Christine.

"The year is 1870." Meg replied, raising an eyebrow. "Did you really not know that?" She added quickly, when my eyes widened.

"You could say that." I confessed, pursing my lips. "Why on earth would I be dreaming about this? I mean, don't get me wrong, I dream about the Phantom of the Opera a lot, but this just feels too surreal-"

"How did you know about the Phantom?!" Christine exclaimed, her eyes wide as saucers.

I snickered. "Please, everybody knows about the Phantom where I'm from. You could say he's a bit of a legend."

"It's not surprising. Everybody knows of his existence here too." Meg added, shrugging.

I grinned as I clutched the sofa arm and began to rise, ignoring the way my head swam in protest.

"Oh you should probably be more careful; you were asleep for a while. Did you injure your head?" Christine advised softly as she reached out, just as I'd managed to find my balance.

"I don't think so. But I feel fine, really." I said with a shaky laugh, cheeks flushing. I stood beside the sofa to lean, just to make sure I wouldn't fall.

"Are you certain?"

I raised my eyes to meet her gaze. Yes, I could definitely understand the fascination surrounding her now. She was obviously kind. I smiled and nodded, despite the room continuing to spin a little. She smiled too, taking a step back.

"So do you live nearby?" Meg asked, tilting her head slightly to eye me curiously.

"Well you obviously must live nearby to have heard about the infamous Phantom." Raoul concluded. "Perhaps near Holy Street, after all?" His foppish voice added.

I rolled my eyes to the ceiling and turned begrudgingly towards him. "Not that I have to answer that but no, technically I don't live around here. Not that it matters much, it's only a dream."

"What makes you think you are dreaming?" Meg questioned bewilderedly.

"Because I can't really be here, I'm from…well, somewhere a little different. It's difficult to explain." I frowned. If I told them I was from the future, they'd think I was insane. Then again, if it was only a dream, surely it wouldn't matter much? "I realize this will probably sound crazy but…I'm kind of from the future."

"You can't be serious," Meg scoffed, though her eyes trailed over my clothes as she spoke.

"Oh, she is obviously insane!" Raoul said in dismay, his eyes rolling upwards.

I ignored him, glancing around the room. We were in a dressing room. Despite the change of time, it looked practically identical to the one I'd found myself in, in 2014. It was just as beautiful, with vivid wallpaper and a beautiful chandelier hung in the middle of the room. In the corner stood a grand mirror, outlined with an eloquent, golden frame. It looked almost identical to the one in the movie…

I turned back to capture the bewildered looks on their faces. "Well how did you find me when you walked in here?"

"You were sprawled on the floor when we first walked in." Christine replied.

"We did think it was strange though. You were laid out right in front of the lounger." Meg added. "Then with the help of Raoul, we managed to lift you onto it."

I glanced back towards him at the mention of him. He was still stood beside Christine, a foot in front of her, eyes narrowed suspiciously. It felt so unnecessarily dramatic and I couldn't hold back another roll of my eyes.

"I don't blame you for not believing me. I'd feel the same if this happened. But don't you find it a little strange how I've suddenly just appeared here?"

"You did seem to appear out of thin air," Meg decided, with a shrug. "Though I don't see how you could think you're still dreaming. None of us are but we are all still here."

"Although, your clothes are a little…" Christine trailed off, considering her choice of words. "Different." She finished, offering an apologetic smile.

I laughed. Even in 2014, I was considered a little different. I always said I was born in the wrong generation. But it seemed that even here, I was still the same.

"Sorry, it's just…people always say I'm a little different at home too." I said.

Christine smiled, shrugging. "Yeah, I know that feeling."

I glanced down at myself. I guessed my clothes could be considered a little vivacious. I was wearing a floral top, with a black leather skirt skimming my knees and a pair of kitten heels. I looked back at Meg and Christine, who were still watching me curiously. "Shamefully, where I'm from, this is rather modest." I laughed.

Christine's eyes widened, color highlighting her cheeks. "Really?"

"Yep," I grinned. "Let's just say, quite a few people dress as though they work on Holy Street…or probably worse than that, actually."

"Well if she really was from the future, it would explain her choice of clothes."

"You cannot really say you believe her, Christine." Raoul turned towards her. "She is obviously being dishonest. She probably sneaked in here in the middle of the night, looking for somewhere to stay."

"Excuse me? I think you'll find I did no such thing." I exclaimed. "Why would I lie about something like this anyway? I'm not an idiot. I realize I probably look insane, especially with what I'm wearing. I wouldn't make it worse for myself and lie about something like this!"

I glanced between Christine and Meg, who were still watching me closely, hoping they would realize I was telling the truth. Meg frowned, turning to glance at Christine, who shrugged in response.

"Well I believe her," Christine confirmed, whilst Raoul sigh beside her. "She's right, if she was going to lie about how she ended up here, I doubt she would tell us she came from the future."

"Oh thank you!"

"Question is…what are we going to do now? You can't stay in here. This is Carlotta's dressing room again." Meg huffed.

"I haven't thought of that," I said. "I don't really know where I can go."

"We could always ask if you could stay here for a while. Just long enough for you to arrange something else." Christine suggested.

"Well the Corps de Ballet is also holding auditions this afternoon for our performance of Il Muto in a few days' time." Meg added.

"That's a brilliant idea. But that also includes dancing. I'm not very good at dancing."

"Well neither am I, if I was being honest." Christine sighed. "But perhaps you are right. It wouldn't look appropriate if you went to auditions in your current clothes."

"I have a spare ballet costume. It was a little too big for me. It hung past my knees!" Meg giggled. "But it might fit you better, as you are a little taller."

"I guess I could try," I considered. "I'm really not a very good dancer though."

"That's okay. Meg and I will help you think of a short routine for the audition to begin with and we shall go from there." Christine said with a smile.

"You're making a mistake." Raoul sighed.

"We should at least give her a chance…" Meg insisted, before turning to me, her forehead creased. "Which reminds me, you haven't told us your name yet."

"I'm Charlotte, Charlotte Higgins," I smiled. "And I'm guessing that you must be Christine Daee, Meg Giry and...you must be Raoul, the Vicomte de Chagny. Yes, I've heard of you too." I added with a smirk when his eyes widened a little.

"And yet, you expect us to believe you are from the future." He scoffed.

"I don't particularly mind if you don't believe me."

"H-how do you know our names?" Christine asked hesitantly.

"You could say you two are also legends from where I'm from." I glanced towards Raoul, pulling a fake smile. "Even you, I have to admit."

"Well it's a pleasure to meet you Charlotte." Christine smiled.

"Oh and you have no idea how cool it is to finally be meeting the two of you!" I grinned.

"And on that note, we best prepare you for your audition. We only have a few hours left!" Meg insisted.

I nodded in agreement. I needed all the practice I could get.