The first few days of Frank's return to the castle were only horrible for him. He'd sunk so deeply into depression about Eva that he refused to leave his room. He was beyond anger with Magenta, but so grief stricken that he could do nothing about it. He spent his days wailing in his bed, screaming Eva's name…the "visitors" to the castle were convinced that he'd gone mad. His nights were spent having dreams almost identical to Eva's…nightmares at first, then sensual, erotic episodes of their nights...days…and mornings together.
Every night when Frank was in a deep sleep, either Riff Raff or Magenta would sneak into his room and inject him with doses of morphine; each dose higher than the one before. After a week or so, Frank's head became so clouded that he struggled to remember what had happened. Soon, the lies about Eva committing suicide were being fed to him…he believed them. After all, why would his two "faithful servants" lie?
While Frank was pursuing his life with Eva, a young girl came to the castle seeking the infamous Frank she had heard so much about through the grapevine of Dentonites. Her name was Columbia and she had more energy coursing through her body than should be humanly possible. Magenta liked her and thought that it would be nice to have a female in the castle that she could confide in, among other things. She convinced Riff Raff to let her stay.
Upon Frank's return to the castle, Columbia became frustrated. "Why won't he leave his room?" Columbia asked Magenta. "I've been dyin' to meet him and he just stays up there rantin' and ravin' all day!"
"The master isn't vell right now, but my brother and I are taking care of it…he vill be himself soon."
"What's the matter with him?"
"He actually tried to have a relationship with someone…she rejected him…she carried his child, then killed herself."
Columbia's face filled with rage. "How could someone do that do him? No wonder he's goin' nuts."
Once Frank was addicted to the morphine, he began injecting it himself. His left arm now sported bright blue veins and several needle marks. He had lost any of the cares that he had formerly possessed and now only worried about his research and quenching his sexual appetite.
Columbia had finally made her way into Frank's presence, and while she wasn't exactly his most ideal idea of a lover, her energy was enough for him to take her to his chambers. Their relations were a nightly ritual for Columbia; she was convinced that Frank must love her to take her to bed with him every night. For Frank, it was nothing more than sex. He was emotionally detached from everyone but himself and the capability to feel something for another was a quality that he no longer retained.
One evening after Frank had "finished" with Columbia, he rolled over and, without a word to her, attempted to sleep. He was not allowed to succumb to his dreams right away though.
"Did I do somethin' wrong, Frankie?" Columbia asked in her cartoonish voice.
"No," he said sounding annoyed, "you were adequate. Please return to your room now."
"Ya mean I can't stay tonight?"
"I asked you to leave, Columbia."
"Ya know, Frank, ya used to treat me a lot better than this."
"Go!" Frank yelled.
Frank had been getting more and more irritable as time went by. His attitude was also changing rapidly. He was becoming more arrogant and much crueler than he had ever been before. Riff Raff and Magenta had gotten him much too dependent on morphine; they had created a monster.
