Erik was on his way back to the store to get some more dinner, since Christine rejected his fish idea. He tried keeping to the shadows so he wouldn't bump into Raoul.

"Everywhere I go, I bump into that dweeb." Erik muttered to himself flattening himself against a building. He was about to dart into a store, when he heard a girl talking angrily about Raoul to another girl.

"Well I might as well listen to this conversation." Erik leaned against a door in order to hear the girl properly.

"So Raoul was acting all sweet, then in bed he totally said the wrong name." The girl was saying. A couple of girls that Erik couldn't see gasped.

"And he also said a guy's name." The girl finished disgustedly.

Erik laughed to himself.

"Can it be that Raoul is gay?" Erik asked himself, biting into a random piece of sausage.

"What name?" One of the girls inquired curiously.

"Erik." The first girl said.

"Pfft." Erik started choking on the sausage. He wrapped his arms aroundhis neck, and started hacking wildly.

"Do you hear something?" One of the girls asked.

"No." The first girl said bluntly, and Erik could hear them walking off. Erik slid to his knees, still choking feebly. From behind him, two strong arms wrapped around Erik's stomach, and started to push. With a spit, the piece of sausage went flying out of Erik's mouth.

"Thanks." Erik said weakly, turning around to face the person who saved him. "Oh it's you, I should have known, I can't leave the lair without seeing you."

"What are you talking about?" Madame Giry asked, staring at Erik strangely.

"Nothing." Erik said quickly. "But," he pointed at Madame Giry, "if you are insinuating that I was hoping it was Raoul that saved me you are wrong Madame Giry. Dead wrong!" He swished his cloak, and bounded off into the darkness.

"Why do I even leave the Opera House?" She asked herself, and started walking back to the Opera Populaire.

Raoul was getting spectacularly drunk.

"So this is what life is all about." He said, squinting at his beer can. "Getting wasted all alone on a Saturday night." He rubbed his unshaven face, and groaned loudly. "I need to sober up. Bella!" He bellowed loudly. Two seconds later, Bella the maid appeared with her duster.

"Yes Guv'nor?" She asked, dusting her hair.

"Get me a drink that will sober me up, and quit the cockney crap." Raoul said, throwing himself on his bed.

"Got it. One brandy coming up." Bella smiled at Raoul, and strutted back downstairs. Raoul leaned out of the window, and saw a couple stop right below his window. They kissed, and Raoul felt a bit bitter.

"Why should anyone be happy when I'm not?" Raoul asked himself. "That couple doesn't deserve to have any happiness unless Christine comes back to me." Raoul leaned further out of the window, and vomited all over the happy couple.

Raoul settled back on his bed, and felt a little happier listening to the couple's angry cries.

Christine was trying to play on Erik's organ just for the hell of it,

when Erik barged into his lair, looking a bit frazzled.

"Let's do it." Erik stated, running up to Christine and he picked her up.

"What?" Christine asked, a little startled. "But I'm pregnant."

"So?" Erik asked, panting slightly. "It won't hurt the baby." Erik threw Christine on his swan bed, and clapped to make all the candles go out. "Now who thinks Raoul is hot?" Erik asked into the darkness.

There was a slight pause, and then Christine asked "What?"

Raoul was on his way to Erik's lair to try and talk to Christine. He stumbled over a rock, and fell onto the road.

"Ok," Raoul said to himself, practicing the speech he was going to give to Christine. "Erik you complete me." Raoul gave himself a high-five. "That will do nicely." He told himself. "Wait, not Erik, Christine." He shook his head, and continued on walking in the dark. He stopped when he got to the Opera Populaire. Raoul gripped the doorknob, and tried to clear his head.

"Now if I remember correctly, Madame Giry led me to Erik's lair this way." He walked into the Opera house, and took a left. After a couple of moments Raoul came to a door. "And voila, I'm at his lair." Raoul said triumphantly, opening up the door. Raoul stuck his head through the doorway, and saw that he was not in Erik's lair, but the ballet girl's dressing rooms.

"Sorry ladies." Raoul said, getting over his drunken shock. "I may not be at the Phantom's lair, but this is one step better." He tried to step inside the room, but one of the girls threw her pointe shoe at him. "Aahh!" Raoul screamed, as the pointe shoe hit him squarely on the forehead. "Who throws a shoe?" Raoul asked, backing slowly out of the room. "Honestly?" Raoul slammed the door, and continued on his way to Erik's lair.

After an hour of aimlessly wandering, Raoul finally found the entrance to Erik's lair.

"Yes!" Raoul screamed, jumping up and down wildly. "I'm here." He bounded down the long hallway, and noticed a mirror randomly hanging over the threshold leading into Erik's domain. "My god!" Raoul gasped. "My hair! It looks atrocious." He shoved his hand into his pocket, and pulled out a small bottle. "Good thing I always carry my Vicomte's Only hair gel." He turned the bottle over his unruly hair, and styled it to perfection quickly.

He sloshed through the knee-deep water, not seeing Erik's boat that was hidden in the shadows. "Christine!" Raoul screamed, tripping over nothing, and falling into the water with a splash. "Christine!" He shouted, standing up.

Erik opened his eyes to Raoul's incessant screams.

"What the hell?" He sat up in his bed, and the covers slid off of his broad chest.

"Eep." Raoul let out a womanly squeal, when he saw Erik's bare chest.

"What's going on?" Christine asked groggily, also sitting up.

"Christine!" Raoul gasped. "We get split up for a month, and you are already sleeping around? You whore!" Christine and Erik stared at each other, apparently at a loss of what to say.

"Raoul!" Everyone's head turned, as a girl came bounding through the lair up to Raoul. "Geez, I've been chasing you through all these twists and turns to this godforsaken place." She looked up and saw Erik and Christine staring at her. "Whoa." She turned to Raoul, and tried to catch her breath. "Anyway, I know we're going on that date tonight, but I forgot to tell you where you can pick me up." She leaned in to Raoul's ear, and started to whisper.

Raoul's eyes bulged out, and the girl smirked slyly. She slapped Raoul's butt, and left the lair. Raoul turned, and looked at Erik and Christine glaring at him.

"All right, I'm leaving." Raoul muttered, and started to walk off. "But

I'll be back to win Erik, I mean Christine's fair heart."