christine and the phantom badfic

[cimorene]

When we were on the other side, she opened her eyes again and asked, "Where are we?" (I was beginning to notice how often she used those fairy-tale clichés in her conversation.)

because the normal person's reaction to closing her eyes, taking a few steps and finding herself in a dank stone hallway which she never suspected existed near her dressing room is...?

ahahah. phantom pov, dialogue christine: "… and it isn’t fair." Please don’t start whining, I thought. I can’t stand it when people whine.