The intercom system ran throughout the train, and each car had about four speakers. Erik was concentrating on a new song when a high pitched voice screeched out of the speaker. "Hello? Eez diss thang wairking? (Loud screech like a microphone getting to close to the amp) Oh I guess it eez." In the corridor Raoul was typing in random letters on the keypad, hoping the lock would work. When the intercom came on, he ducked screaming "NOT THOSE BLASTED VOICES AGAIN! NOOOOO! ALWAYS IN MY HEAD!" Carlotta's grating voice rang throughout the train, singing "POOOAAAR FOOL, he maiks mah laff, heh heh heh heh heh!" She then hit the highest note in her range. It sounded like a fire alarm, vibrating, on and on. Erik jumped up, grabbing his Punjab. He burst out of the caboose, yelling "I'm going to send that accursed woman to the inferno!" He was greeted by screaming fans. 10 minutes later he made it to the next car, panting. His jacket was gone, his mask was askew and his shirt sleeve was ripped. Raoul was outside Christine's door huddled in the fetal position. He looked up when Erik came in. "can you tell me how to spell orange?" he asked. Erik clubbed him on the back of the head. Quickly typing in O-R-A-N-G-E, he unlocked the door and barged into Christine's Room. She was jumping around in her bathrobe, her ears over her hands and singing at the top of her lungs, trying to drown out Carlotta's endless chorus of Think of me. Christine stopped jumping and singing. "MAKE IT STOP!" she yelled over the noise. "COME WITH ME!" Erik yelled.
"I HAVE TO GET DRESSED FIRST!"
"CAN I WATCH?"
"DREAM ON!"
Not long after they emerged into the steady stream of people heading toward the lounge and dining car. When they got to the front, everyone in the train was sitting in the chairs spread all over the lounge. Raoul was banging his head against the wall and everyone else was trying to drown out the sound. There, in the front of the train was Carlotta, singing at the top of her lungs. Raoul then had one of his few brain waves and went up and whispered something in Carlotta's ear. "Truffles in the 4th car!" she said, delighted. She rushed through the kitchen car, through the lounge, through the library and jumped onto the fourth car. Raoul then pulled the lever, separating the first three cars from the rest of the train. "YOU FOOL!" Erik yelled, striking him over the head yet again. Now, the managers, chorus girls, screaming fans, midgets, masqueraders, opera singers, Girys, makeup artists, seamstresses, Vicomte, opera ghost, peeping-tom stagehands and Christine were all stuck IN THREE CARTS!