Belladonna, Michael, Andrew, David, Rihannon, Meg, Madame Giry, Christine, Monsieur Firmin, Monsieur André, Carlotta and Ubaldo waited patiently onstage for Lucian, who was forth coming. Tonight was All Hallows Eve, the night when the Phantom would get drawn out of the opera house. Meanwhile, the group milled about in the robes Lucian had issued them the day before.

"Good evening everyone!"

"Good evening, Monsieur Fabrizio," they all chorused.

"Belladonna, I trust that you will assist me as High Priestess?"

"I'll try," she shrugged.

"I will stand here. To my left, Mademoiselle Rossellini. To her left, Monsieur Giacomo. To his left, Mademoiselle Fortino. To her left, Monsieur Marciano. To his left, Mademoiselle Giry. To her left, Monsieur Loretto. To his left, Madame Giry. To her left, Monsieur Firmin. To his left, Mademoiselle Daaé. To her left, Monsieur André. To his left, Mademoiselle Giudicelli and to her left, Monsieur Piangi. Please hurry and form a circle.We have a lot to do this evening."

Eager to try this new thing, the group did as Lucian commanded. There was a hush amongst the group as he pulled a grand dagger from his robes and walked the outside of the circle three times. When he returned to his spot, Lucian looked at Belladonna.

"Call the Quarters."

"What? How?"

"Just wing it."

"I don't even know where north is!"

"I think it's somewhere between Monsieur Loretto and Madame Giry. Try there. Just be sure to walk deosil."

"Huh?"

"Clockwise. Just go."

Belladonna hesitantly stepped outside of the circle and walked the perimeter (deosil) to where Lucian had indicated. Raising her arms in a large "v", Belladonna proclaimed,

"Hail to the Watchtowers of the North, powers of Earth. We summon you to guard and witness this rite. So mote it be!"

Belladonna turned to Lucian. "Where did that come from?"

"Doesn't matter. Continue with east and keep going deosil."

Obediently, Belladonna headed east, raised her arms and said, "Hail to the Watchtowers of the East, powers of Air. We summon you to guard and witness this rite. So mote it be!"

"Great. Keep going."

"How much more is there?"

"You still have two more directions, don't you?"

"I suppose so."

"Then get going!"

Heaving a large sigh, Belladonna headed south. "Hail to the Watchtowers of the South, powers of fire. We summon you to guard and witness this rite. So mote it be!"

"One more and you're done."

"This is getting annoying."

"Doesn't matter. Just do it."

"Hail to the Watchtowers of the West, powers of Water. We summon you to guard and witness this rite. So mote it be!"

As Belladonna continued one last time around the circle to get back to her spot and not disobey any rules, Lucian began telling about the ritual. She didn't even listen, knowing that he would probably have to explain it several times to everyone before anyone got it. This was going to be a very long time.