\Disclaimer: I do not own the Phantom of the Opera or any of the characters. They belong to ALW and Gaston Lureoux (unless of course Erik really did exist….then he would belong to himself I suppose...)/

"ERIK!" The screech that could be heard from miles around emitted from their bedroom, followed by a fuming Christine.

"Er..Yes dear?" Erik asked, looking away from the television cautiously.

"WHAT ARE THESE FANGIRLS DOING IN THE CLOSET!" She shrieked, holding two frightened girls by the collar.

"Well uh…" Erik looked at his feet. "I guess they….uh…must have jumped into the closet when we weren't looking?" He said, putting it as more of a question than anything.

Christine shoved the fangirls out into the middle of the lake and slammed the gate down behind them.

"Find your own way out!" She yelled over her shoulder.

Walking back, she found Erik once again entranced in the T.V.

"I knew getting cable was a bad idea." She muttered, picking up the remote and switching it off.

"Hey! It was just getting good!" complained Erik.

Christine took a breath and sat down, becoming serious.

"We need to talk." She stated, looking at him.

He nodded and looked at her, his face becoming serious as well.

"Erik, that's the second time this week I've found fangirls hiding in our closet."

"So?" asked Erik.

"So, I'm sick of it! It isn't just the fangirls either. I mean, I can only stomach so much chop suey and egg rolls in one week." She said, eyeing the empty take-out cartons strewn around the cave.

"And why are you always leaving dirty socks lying around?" She demanded, standing up and picking one off of the coffee table. "This place has become an absolute pig-sty!" She exclaimed.

Erik just shrugged. "It's really not that bad."

"Erik." Christine sighed. "Do you remember when you first took me down here?" She asked, looking back at him.

"Oh yes! You were so cute!" He said, grinning.

"That was not my point."

"You in that little corset and nightgown of yours! I could have just eaten you all up!" He practically squealed.

"Erik."

"Oh, yes, right."

"The fact is, things have changed, and I don't like it. I-" She took a breath. "I think we need to see a marriage counselor."

"A marriage counselor?" He asked, looking bewildered.

"NO WAY!" He crossed his arms and turned away from her.

"Please Erik, for both our sakes." She pleaded.

"No!"

"You are acting like a child."

"You are acting like a child." He mimicked.

"Erik." She said, using her stern voice.

"Erik." He mimicked, still pouting.

"Don't you see?" She asked. "This is exactly why we need counseling!" She exclaimed.

"No."

"Fine. I'm sorry it's come to this, but I'm leaving you."

He scoffed.

"No really, I'm leaving." Christine stood up and walked into the bedroom, throwing several articles of clothing and a few parcels in her suitcase. She strode out of the bedroom best she could, slightly dragging the case behind her.

"I'm sorry, but if your not willing to co-operate, then it's not going to work. I'm going to see Raoul." She announced, standing in front of him. "And you can forget that backrub."

Erik waved a hand. "Poop."

She rolled her eyes and pulled her cloak on. "Too bad you feel that way." She said, before jumping into the boat and exiting the cave.

"She'll be back." Erik assured himself, before turning the television back on.