Oh my gosh, I'm such a jerk! I'm so sorry for not updating. Ok... I might be over exaggerating my sorrow for this. I'm not that sorry. But I am sorry for being such a lazy butt that doesn't know how and when to get things done. But anyway, I've finally got in the mood to do the next chapter for this. I'm not promising that it'll get me on a roll like before, but I'll give you some hope.

"There we go", Lorna whispered as she wrung the water from the skirt of her dress. She was still soaking wet, but it was good enough for now. Shuffling across the cold stone, she tried to miss every stray rock with her bare feet.

Her thoughts were still stuck on the fact that she had never thought of doing this before. Why was the only thing she was thinking. Just why didn't she do it before now.

'Because he's lonely.'

She shook her head, trying to rid herself of pitying him.

'Because he knows the same pain as you.'

She clutched her head.

'Because he looks at you with the sad eyes of a pitiful creature longing for someone. Because goes out of his way for you. Because he tells you you're special. Because he makes you feel loved.'

"NO!" Lorna screeched. She lost control of her legs as they started sprinting along the dark tunnels and stairs. Love was not something she should feel from, or for, Erik. He was just some lunatic that had an obsession with her. She was trying to escape from him, not fall in love with him.

She kept on running until she ran straight into the end of the tunnel. The collision knocked the wind out of her, causing her to fall and crumple on the ground. With tears running down her face, she closed her eyes into darkness.

"Freya! Freya, please calm down. You need to stop worrying about these things", a short, stubbing looking woman called to another woman. The named Freya glared back at her.

"But you know my room connects to the catacombs underground, Lizzy! What with that other girl. Oh what was her name?"

"Lorna Belndia. From the United Kingdom."

"Yes! That's it! With her being kidnapped here, who else would be the suspected criminal other than the Opera Ghost, who happens to live under the Populaire", Freya motioned to the mirror in her room. "I've begged and begged to get that mirror sealed up, but the managers say, 'Oh no, we can't do that! It'd be a good escape root in case of emergency! Ahahaha!'" She imitated in a deep, masculine voice.

Lizzy sighed and looked to the mirror, trying to see through it to the other side, but to no avail. Her wrinkled face tightened when she saw Freya open her mouth.

"And Then I'll try to-"

WHAM

Both women froze and looked to the mirror, the source of the sound. Slowly creeping over, Lizzy pulled on the edge of the mirror as Freya looked over her shoulder with large, green eyes. Once the mirror was fully opened, a woman's body flopped onto the ground in a heap.

"Oh heavens!" Freya exclaimed. Lizzy quickly put a hand for the unconscious lady's pulse. After finding one, she sighed in relief, but that didn't help Freya in the slightest.

"Lizzy! Lizzy! Oh goodness. Who is this!? What happened to her- Oh! OH! Oh no! Quick, Lizzy. Pull her up on my bed. Quick now!" Freya frantically helped Lizzy heave up the woman onto her bedding. Lizzy pulled the blankets up over her and checked for a fever.

"Dear! She's burning!" Lizzy retracted her hand.

"Lizzy! She soaking wet! AND shivering! Quick! Get all this off of her."

After hysterically running around the room, like chickens, to tend to woman they found, they finally were able to sit and think about what happened. Lizzy was wiping her hands on her apron while Freya twirled her long, black hair.

The day was already hectic for them, and now they have more on their shoulders.

Really short, and I just don't care~! Yay! Now wave your hands around like you just don't care! Happy day!

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Live long and prosper (Spock. Heehee~!)