Butler-Erik stood up and pondered, "Where did they go?"

Argento-Erik smacked the side of Butler-Erik's face and the two men glared at each other. Crawford-Erik himself walked down the hall, curious to see what other surprises lay in store inside the building. Argento-Erik sidled up next to Christine, and Butler-Erik came to her other side. Christine fretted as both of the sexy men watched her intensly. She began to walk towards the center of the hall away from the wall, but Argento-Erik snapped his teeth and Butler-Erik slapped him.

Christine turned around and began to back up until she backed up into a chest. She screamed and turned around, to discover the owner of that chest. A tall, (Why were all the Phantoms so damn tall?), man wearing black evening clothes (Why did all the Phantom's wear black?) and a horrible, red and raw face covered in stitches, (This was were the only difference appeared. Apparently none of the Phantom's could agree on how terrifying and ugly their faces should have been, and it seemed as if Argento-Erik had just givn up on that idea) placed his hand on Christine's mouth. "Please don't scream my dear, you'll wake the employees."

Butler-Erik brandished his punjab-lasso and Argento-Erik snapped his teeth. Butler-Erik said harshly, "I believe Erik is French, and seeing as your accent is British, you can't possibly be me." The man looked at Butler-Erik and replied,"Well your accent is Scottish so I don't beleive you're Erik either." Both men glared at each other until Argento-Erik broke the silence. "Who are you Monsuier?" He asked in an American accent.

The man smiled a hideous smile within his raw, fleshy face. "I am Englund-Erik." He let Christine go and she ran over into Butler-Erik's shoulder. "Let us go see what the other three men and little Meg have gotten into in my Opera House." He told her.

Argento-Erik countered, "It's MY Opera House!" Butler-Erik replied, "It's my Opera House." "No it's Mine!" "It's Mine!" "It's My Opera House!" Both men continued their fight as they walked with Christine down the other end of the hallway.

Englund-Erik looked around himself. "It appears I have been left alone. This isn't my Opera House, I haunt the London one in England." Suddenly he heard a dragging sound. Turning around Englund-Erik was face to face with a large, over-sized skull with black eyes and no nose. The skull was attached to a hideous, cape-covered body and the man was looking straight at Englund-Erik. "Well now, who might you be?" He asked, but the man made no noise. "I say man, are you deaf?" He repeated.

The man with the abnormally large head pulled out a card and handed it to Englund-Erik. It read "I am Chaney-Erik, here for the Party." Englund-Erik dropped the note. He told the man, "I'm afraid the party has broken up, Care to follow me and explore this building?" Chaney-Erik nodded and the two men walked away, unaware that a third man had been watching them from the rafters of the ceiling. This man now dropped into the ground and stood up. He had reddish-blonde hair and a mask that covered the top half of his face but left his lips uncovered. Dance-Erik had now joined the foray!