"Madam Giry!" Christine yelled after her, she was relieved to find her in the Girl's Opera Dormitories, after many long minutes of searching.
"Yes, Christine?" She replied promptly.
"Erik is...errr...well...having some 'problems'."
"Oooooh," the Phantom sniggered, "This is where the girls sleep!" He giggled once again.
"I see." said Madam Giry, raising her eyebrows. "Come this way."
She led them to a room just off of the main entrance; it was lavishly decorated, a window covering one entire wall, and a large table with many chairs in the middle.
"Sit." Madam Giry stated plainly, "Give me one moment, I shall go retrieve the others."
Christine obeyed, and drug Erik into a chair next to her.
"What are we doing here?" He asked, curiously.
"We're...uhh...going to talk with some people." she said.
"Why?" he asked.
"Because you're acting strangely."
"Why?"
"I don't know, I was just about to ask you the same thing!"
"Why?"
"ARGH!" Christine was loosing her cool, "SHUT UP, ERIK!"
"Why?"
Christine was about to literally explode, when Madam Giry, Meg, and Raoul all entered the room.
"Thank God!" Christine nearly yelled, thankful not to be left alone with this annoying, childish version of Erik.
"Oh, Christine! My little Lottie! You're alright!" Raoul gushed over her; he had obviously thought that the Phantom had kidnapped her with thought of harming her.
"Of course I am, Raoul." she said sweetly, "I only believe he wanted to annoy me to death."
"Oh," Raoul replied, very confused.
Madam Giry impatiently tapped a conducting baton upon the table to gather everyone's attention. "We are here," she said importantly, "to attempt at bringing Erik back to his normal state."
"OOH! That's me!" Erik said eagerly.
"Yes," replied Meg, "That is you. Go on, Mother."
"Well," Mdm Giry said, "I think we might be able to talk with him to find out why he is acting this way. You," (She pointed to Raoul) "will be especially helpful in this matter, seeing how you stole his one true love from him, you may be the reason he is acting like this. Denial."
Raoul looked guiltily at his feet.
Meg obviously had an idea, she was squirming in her seat, "Mother, mother!" she said excitedly, but before she could express her thoughts, Erik interrupted.
"Pretty colors!" he exclaimed, looking at the ceiling.
Before anyone could say anything else, he spotted a balloon vender across the street, through the window.
"BALLOONS!" He yelled, making a mad dash for the window, but running, very hard, and face first right into the glass. He hit the ground. Everyone rose from their seats to see whether or not Erik was Okay.
"What happened?" he asked wearily, getting up from the floor. But before anyone could explain, he had once again spotted the vividly colored balloons.
"BALLOONS!" he yelled for the second time, and, also for the second time, he ran straight into the glass, hitting the ground.
And, just like the other time, he had asked what just happened, as he got up from the floor. And when he was once in standing position, he went through the same cycle.
"BALLOONS!" he shouted for the third time.
"Oh no, you don't!" said Meg, grabbing his shoulders to stop him. "We're not doing that again."
After a long discussion (and many interruptions from Erik) They had come to the conclusion that surrounding him with things most familiar with him would probably do the trick at bringing him back to his normal state of mind. And that would, of course, begin with the show that very night. And Erik would be seated in his usual Box Five. Only, with the accompaniment (otherwise knows as supervision) of Madam Giry, since she did not perform in the Operas. And after the show, he would stay with Madam Giry and Meg at their house, seeing as leaving him alone in his lair wouldn't be especially smart. Especially with all those pointy things he could hurt himself with, and the little things he could get stuck up his nose.
