Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from POTO and the idea from Kate & Leopold, all other characters are of course, mine.

Chapter 1

How can one define love? Is it a feeling, a way of life, or just a state of being? This was what exactly was going through the mind of the infamous Opera Ghost. He was standing before his angel, singing from his heart. But wait, what was that? A slight movement out of the corner of his eye. All others were frozen in their place looking upon him in awe, but this one slight movement, a shift of a cloak it seemed, that sparked his interest. Turning his head slightly he watched as a dark haired, and brown skinned man quietly entered the room.

Journal # 1

It had begun like all others. A small science experiment, but this one however, had results that even I could not have imagined. A break in time. A portal, you can call it, a way in which one can travel to the past. I had worked on this "project" for quite some time now, and now that I had my results I decided that I would test them. I climbed over the railing on the bridge over the River Seine and leaped through the portal that would, according to my results, take me into the past.

There was no blinding light, or endless pit that one would fall through as movies had described. It was just a slight gust of wind. Almost like jumping from a high place and then landing on your feet. Before I knew it I was standing on a cobble stone street in front of a bridge. I walked through the streets and found the most appealing looking thing that I could find. A large well lit building. It seemed to be some sort of theater. Curious, I stepped forward and slipped through the doors and into the main lobby. Beauty could not describe what I had seen; everything seemed to have been made of gold. Women wore stunning gowns with plunging necklines and ruffled skirts, which stood next to men in full tuxedos.

They wore masks on their faces, and by then I realized it seemed to be some sort of costume party. Pulling out my canon power shot I quickly snapped a few pictures before anyone could notice what I was doing. I did receive some curious glances, but I merely replied and said that this was my costume. I followed most of the guests into the main ball room, with a stunning grand staircase, and couples twirling around masterfully to the small quartet that performed in the corner. Excited I once again took pictures until I spotted an interesting looking man who stood holding a beautiful young woman in his arms. He was wearing a gruesome skull mask, red vested shirt along with what seemed to be red tights, and a sword attached to his belt. I had been staring at this man for quite some time now, and before I knew it, he turned his head and stared at me.

It seemed to take a second for him to realize that fact that I did not fit in with the other guests here. Stupidly I took my camera again and took a picture of him and then of the girl in his arms. I didn't realize until afterward what a terrible mistake I had made. He let the girl in his arms go and marched towards me with a menacing look on his face. Knowing that he wasn't here to offer me wine and cheese, I turned on my heel and sprinted out of the ball room and into the lobby. I quickly slipped through the crowed in the lobby and pushed open the doors to escape into the streets. I quickly turned my head to look behind me to see that the man was still following me! I realized that I did not know where to run in fear of getting lost, so I decided to run to the only place I knew the bridge where I had started from. Clambering over the side of the bridge I prepared my self to jump, when a gloved hand grabbed my jacket collar.

"Where do you think you are going?"

Glancing around, I sighed before turning around.

"Look man, I got lost. I didn't mean to take your picture. I'll erase it if you want; just let me go ok?"

"What nonsense are you talking? Now, before I cut your throat, let me have that object in your pocket. You have no use of it now."

I reached into my pocket and felt the small camera with my fingers. I glanced back up into his dark eyes and pulled out the camera making it seem as if I would hand it over to him. Still holding my collar, he held out his other hand to grab the camera from me. Before he could register what I was doing, I leaned back and threw myself backwards off the bridge. It was later that I realized that he had never let go of my collar, which was why he fell with me into the dark abyss of the river seine.

Hello everyone Killik here. Hopefully you've all enjoyed this chapter and have begun to see the connection between the two stories. More to come, until then, enjoy, read and most importantly REVIEW!

- Killik