Christine's mind was racing as the Phantom of the Opera led her down the secret passageway that had been cleverly hidden behind the grand mirror in her dressing room. "Sing once again with me our strange duet!" exclaimed the Phantom. "My power over-"
Blzzzzzzzzzzzrt! The singing was interrupted by a brilliant stream of light that hit the Phantom and sent him tumbling to the ground.
"Aaaaah!" yelled the Phantom, writhing on the ground. "What the heck?!"
A man wearing a khaki jumpsuit and a large, strange looking device on his back stepped out of the shadows. "Don't worry, ma'am," he said to Christine, aiming the wand of the machine at the Phantom. "I've got everything under control."
"Who are you?" said Christine fearfully.
"Ray Stantz, Ghostbusters," the man said curtly. "Now, all I have to do is trap this phantom into my ghost trap and-"
"You idiot!" exclaimed the Phantom, still on the ground. His hand was clutched over the unmasked part of his face where the proton stream had burned him. "I'm not an actual ghost. It's just my title!"
"Wait…you're not a ghost?" said Ray, lowering his weapon.
"No! Gah!" he said in anguish. "My face…again!"
Ray stood there awkwardly, watching the Phantom squirm in pain. "So…" he said to Christine, "You wanna grab some coffee sometime?"
