READ READ READ READ! Well...it's not that important, but read anyway. This is an alternate chapter 5 that me and my friends came up with when we were joking around. This has absolutely nothing to do with the story line and is pretty much just something to pass time by while I think what I'm gonna do next. So have fun.

Lorna woke to no sounds. Not a creak, not a bump. Nothing. When she fluttered her eyes open- Aghblablesfhe!

"AHHHH! GET OUT OF MY FACE!"

The personal space intruder, or otherwise known as Erik, or the phantom...or the opera ghost. You know, I think he was called 'thing' once. Yeah he was! By Raoul! That insolent fop! I should've-

Anyways...

Erik quickly retreated back, away from the flailing form of Lorna. To say the least, he was amused, but was slightly...um... interested? Lorna caught her breath once again.

"Who are you and where in the world am I?! And why'd you take me to where ever this is, and why don't you speak, and why aren't you answering my questions? I know you can here me, but you're not answering me! Whhhhyyyyyy-" Lorna's rambling was cut off.

"Shush! Let me speak woman! I am the Opera Ghost, or the Phantom of the Opera, and you are in my lair, or home for that matter. I took you here because... because..because I like you and,"

"Because you like me? What reason is that for kidnapping?" Erik continued despite Lorna's interruption.

"I hadn't spoken then because you were rambling, which answers all other questions." He finished.

"But-"

"No."

"Why-"

"No."

"Oh come on-"

"No."

Lorna stopped with a pout on her lips and her brows furrowed together.

"Can you at least tell me why I'm night clothes?"

Erik stopped all movement and just starred at her. His eyes were wide and were frantically looking around the room.

"I..uh..you...I REGRET NOTHING!" He yelled and flipped his cape, throwing a smoke bomb thingy at the ground and ran out of the room. Lorna just sat on the bed in shock and confusion.

"What," she stated in an emotion, "just happened? Wait. What happened last night?! Monsieur Phantom! What happened last night!"

"Nothing! And I didn't steal your clothes to put on a manikin that looks just like you with the exact number of hairs and even my rendition of your eye patchless face!" He yelled.

Lorna sat in even more confusion.

"What-"

"I REGRET NOTHING!"

Ahhh. What me and my friends come up with. I hope this was a good little mood breaker for all my dear readers. Ahhhh. You know, I really can't think what I should do next for this little fanfic, so Ideas are good! Just PM me an idea, and I might smush it in somewhere.

If I don't return, avenge my death!