A/N Thank you one and all again for reading this story. I read through it and noticed to my horror how many typos were made. I do appologise for that. With that I give my newest chapter...

" Christine we never made it out of the dressing room."

"Surely you are jesting Erik. That cannot be possible Erik," Christine protested. " I was on the stage singing the most beautiful music. You were there, as was a child. And...and..." a look of horror came over Christine's face. Erik was immediately at her side.

"Christine, what is it that has upset you so? What's wrong?," asked a petrified Erik. " Your are as pale as death, what is it?"

"Oh Erik, it's Raoul. He was there. He was acting completely out of character though. As if he were a friend of some sort." Christine was visibly shaken. "I knew those songs Erik! Every note, every word. Surely I must be mad?"

"My dearest Christine, you are not mad at all. As I have told you we have made this journey before. You have never had this reaction before I must admit, but surely you must know that Raoul cannot do you any harm here." Erik was at a loss. Had Christine actually had a time exchange that placed her is the near future, or just a vivid dream of things that had once transpired?

Erik took to pacing the floor deep in thought. He stopped mid pace and turned to Christine hoping not to frighten her again. There was one more thing she must know about being in the future that he had yet to reveal to her. With great resolve he finally returned to Christine's side.

"Christine, you know how dear you are to me do you not? Above anything in this world or the next I would never allow harm to come to you?" Erik was desperately searching her face for the right time to continue.

"For heavens sake you're worrying me Angel. I know you would never willingly allow anyone to harm me" Christine was silently beginning to panic.

" I don't want to worry you," Erik felt the blood draining from his face.

"What Erik? What is it?" Christine was becoming unnerved even more.

"Chrsitine, I need you to look in the mirror. I need you to see that there is something very different about you, and please do not be scared" Erik himself was scared to death of what the next few moments were to bring. Could Christine handle this? Was he so sure he could?

Christine slowly approached the mirror. At first glance she could not believe what she was seeing. Then, that all to familiar lightheaded feeling returned, and darkness overtook her for a second time that hour.

Short Chappie I know! I need inspiration! -J