Erik walked up and down the catwalk. 'Ah, the Ode to the Angels.' ,he silently whispered to himself, 'Too bad it will end too soon. He reached for the lights. Click. The theatre went dark. Screams echoed around the silent opera house. Erik dropped onto the stage and grabbed Christine. The audience heard her scream, then the lights flickered back on. Raoul was yelling out, 'Christine! Christine!' The sound of frightened people piped up. The Persian, who until then, had not visited the opera house that day, was greeted with screams. 'What is going on?' he asked a stagehand. 'Christine disappeared', he snapped his fingers, 'like that!' The Persian gasped, not ready to hear those words. 'The Viscount.' , he said, 'I have to get the Viscount.' He ran like wildfire down the hall, towards the young Viscount. He was running. 'Phillipe! It couldn't have been him!' he said, over and over again. 'Viscount!' He turned around. 'I know who took her. But we have to hurry!' He nodded, and they left for Christine's dressing room. Meanwhile, in Erik's home, Christine was begging him to stop his act. 'It is not an act dear!' he said. She ran her fingers through her hair. 'Now, you have until tomorrow, tomorrow at eleven o'clock, in the middle of the performance!' He chuckled sinisterly. Christine let a long sob escape her mouth. 'Erik, why do you have to be such a-' 'SAY IT CHRISTINE!' he yelled. 'TELL ME I AM A MONSTER!' She looked at him, 'MONSTER!' she yelled. 'And the truth comes out, Christine.' he said, in almost a whisper. 'I have to check on something, my dear.' And he left.