"Helena…." A voice whispered down the hall. "Helena…." It was starting to get louder, until finally Buquet yelled, "Hamlet!"

Helena's head flung around and she quickly pranced to the kitchen where she seen Buquet leaning on the table, tossing an apple so uncaringly in his hand. He took a bite out of it as she approached, and smiled as she chewed, "So, did I hear Christine's voice with you?"

Helena rolled her eyes, sliding her backside against the table and then lifting herself up, sitting on the cutting board. She made a disgusted face as she moved around a bit, "I think I just sat on pig snout…." She laughed a bit, but then quickly calmed herself down. "Eh, just told her what I needed to."

"Oh, yes… and tell me, why does she need you to go with her?" He asked with a smirk.

"Because, I'm her moral support." She took on a dignified manner.

"Moral support… and you...?"

"I know, sounds like an oxymoron, doesn't it?" she let out a little giggle, glancing at him to see a confused look on his face. "You know… two things that are complete opposite… but can go together." She raised an eyebrow as Buquet took another bite of his apple, still staring at her with confusion. "Oh come now, Buquet. It's like, deafening silence, or like… act naturally, or even bittersweet." He stopped chewing for a moment, opening his mouth as if to speak, but then closing it, shrugging, and taking another bite of his apple. "Pick up a damn book and read sometime… you might actually learn something… Heaven forbid…"

Buquet paused, setting down the apple on the table. "I'm sorry… I didn't exactly have the privilege of going to school like some have."

"You could have studied on your own."

Buquet looked at her with a hint of anger in his eyes, "Why? What would be the point? I do not need to know how to read… how to write… not for being a stagehand. There's no reason for it."

"Well, you need math skills, don't you? I mean, when you take inventory… you take inventory, don't you?"

"That's nothing… all that is is counting."

"But there is still adding and subtracting involved."

"Yes, Helena, but not much! Must we really discuss this right now? We're in here for a different reason."

Helena nodded, "Right…. What might that be?"

Buquet let out a moan, starting to grow annoyed with Helena. "Please, can we get through this without having to be so… difficult."

She raised an eyebrow, "Are you implying something?"

Buquet pointed to her, in such an accusing manner, "Yes! See, that's what I mean! I can't go on without you trying to either change the subject or making it something personal!"

Helena's eyes widened, "Okay, calm down… I just won't talk at all."

Buquet clenched his teeth, taking in a deep breath and letting it out, "If that's what it takes to get you to shut up…" He paused, waiting for a smart remark from her, but as she presented him with none, a smirk crept on his face. "Alright then, now, onto business. You, obviously, can sing. Now, you have led everyone to believe that…"

He paused, his eyes becoming smaller as he squinted a bit.

"What are you….." Helena couldn't even finish, she was quickly shushed by Buquet.

"I thought I heard breathing…." He whispered to her, looking about the place with a keen eye. He closed his eyes, trying to zone in on the sounds of the Opera House… trying to hear the breathing once more. He opened them once again, looking to a large pantry. He turned his head, putting his finger to his lips, signaling for her to keep quiet. He walked closer to the pantry, tip toeing his way there. He lightly put his hand on the handle, and then leaned up against it, putting his ear against the door.

Helena looked on with great interest. She still didn't really understand, or bother understanding why Buquet was acting in such a way. Even if there were someone in there, it was most likely a ballerina. All odds pointed to Jammes, but she still didn't know for sure.

Buquet gripped the handle tighter, closing his eyes and mentally getting ready to open the door. He kept telling himself that he would count to three, and as he reached three, he would swing the door open, run into the pantry, and attack whoever was there. That was his plan; however, he never stopped to think if it was a good one.

His heart was starting to beat faster as his blood rushed through out his body. He wanted the timing to be perfect, he needed it to be perfect. If it wasn't, then who knows what could happen. He quickly got into a stance, and in his mind, he counted. He reached three, and the door floor open as he ran inside, the door swinging closed behind him.

There was a silence, as Helena stared at the pantry. She was expecting to hear yelling, bones breaking, the tearing of clothes… anything. She, instead, heard dead silence. It wouldn't have been so bad, if it weren't for the fact that the thought of Buquet maybe being ran through with a sword as he ran in… maybe that was the reason why there was no struggle.

The door swung back open, slamming against the wall, and as it did, Helena let out a scream.

"Calm down, there's no one in there." Buquet let out a heavy sigh, walking out and letting the door slowly close behind him as he walked away and towards Helena.

Helena took in a deep breath, calming herself down a bit. "All that commotion and there was nothing? Even though I'm relieved, I must confess… I am a bit disappointed." She glanced back at the pantry as the door closed and her eyes widened.

As the door was closing, she saw a piece of black cloth dangling from what seemed to be the ceiling of the pantry. Suddenly there was a foot, and then a body. Her breathing became faster, until suddenly, it had made its way from the ceiling to the ground. It's head still down as the door was shutting… until finally, the last glimpse she saw was this strange creature lifting it's head. Her heart sank, and her skin grew so pale. It was a white flash… a green sparkle… and suddenly, the door was closed. "Buquet!" She screamed, pointing to the door.

Buquet, quickly turned around, running back to the pantry. As he did, there was a loud bang from inside the pantry. This only made Buquet run faster and opening the door, he disappeared inside once again. Slams could be heard… Buquet pounding on the wall. He walked back out, looking to Helena who was still in shock. "… what… what did you see?"

Helena just stared at the pantry door, afraid that it should menifast the way it would before but unable to remove her eyes from the sight. "…the mask…" She put her hand on her cheek where she had seen the mask on the man's. She seemed to be in a dazed state, aware of what Buquet was doing and saying, but then again, not aware of her surroundings or much else.

Buquet wiped his forehead with his hand. 'Come… I'll take you back to the dorm… you will speak of this to no one."

Helena's eyes widened, "What! There was a man there, Buquet! We must tell someone!"

"Oh yes, let's tell the managers so that they know we were in the kitchen past hours… and that a young lady was with me unescorted! I'm sure they'll handle that well!" He grabbed her wrist, "Come, we must go now!"