A/N: Yes, the tall one's back. And yes, there's more of this drivel.

Discaimer: Don't own Erik, The Persian, Meg, Chrissy, or any other PoTO characters. Don't wanna own Raoul le Fop.

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To recap... Erik grabbed Alice's arm to keep her from spilling his dirty secret to Madame Giry.

"Leggo my armo!" Alice shreiked.

The Persian and Erik stared at her.

"Don't ask..." Alice said, and quickly bounced off to find Mme. Giry. She was thwarted- heh.Thwarted. Thwartythwartthwar- Oh. Ahem. She was stopped by the Persian.

"Hey! Don't! It'd ruin him." Good old loyal persian man. With no name.

"Well, then he'd better flatter and appriciate me." Alice said firmly.

"Like a cat?" Asked Erik.

"...I've got my work cut out for me, don't I?"

The persian grinned. "Yep."

"Thought so."

The persian picked up a large book. "This is the owner's manual. Don't feed him sugar, keep him away from the fop, etc."

"Oh dear." Alice's face fell.

"Yes, it's a bit long." He gave it to Alice, who stumbled from it's weight.

"I'd better get reading..." She sat down and opened the book.

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Meg had been having a bad day. First off, the new- obviously in love- managers tried to draw attention away from their obvious prefrences by pointing at her and Christine and making comments- which really hadn't gone over well with Maman. After that, Buquet had tried to shut Carlotta up by dropping a scenery peice on her. He had blamed it on Erik, but Meg knew Erik wasn't able to see the practices this morning. Then Maman had shown the new managers Erik's note, and they'd thrown a hissy fit about not having a star, and Christine sang- and it wasn't quite fair, because she had been a rusty hinge a few months ago! She'd ask her about that.

But now, she could go down and see Erik! So the day was beginning to look up. As she stepped off of the last stairs to Erik's home, she sighed happily.

"Erik? Hello?'

"Erm...Hello. I'm a bit busy now." He called up.

She frowned. Nope, day back in the dumps. "Oh. Well, how?"

"Company." He said apologetically.

"I thought you didn't let many people down here. Who is it?" Her curiousity levels switched into overdrive.

"Well, dear, an old friend and some other excuse for a human being..."

Alice glared at Erik. "I classify as the old friend, don't I?"

"No."

Before another temper tantrum broke out, the persian decided to say something. "Bonjour, Madamoiselle Giry!"

Meg was surprised. "Who are you?"

"I'm known as the persian." He said, once again sad that he had no name. Poor guy.

"Ah." Meg remembered him. He always lurked in the shadows and glared at her mother, mumbling about stealing parts and lines.

"Does your mother know?" Asked Alice.

"What!" Meg was shocked.

"Yes, does she?" Alice smiled toothily.

Meg shifted nervously. "What are you talking about?"

"Don't deny it. I know Erik is your secret lover." Authoress numero uno claims no responisiblity for what just issued from Alice's mouth.

"Uh..." Meg blinked. She wandered down the stairs to go stand by Erik.

Erik leant over and whispered in Meg's ear. "I'm sorry, she's a bit..nosy. Maybe you could come down later?"

"No, it's all right." Meg had the glaring suspicion that it was going to be a long, long day.

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End chapter two, wot? 'Tis just maaahvalous, no? No, didn't think so.