Usually when Leroux!Raoul was worried, he merely relieved his worries by turning to a good book or having a nice nap. However, when Leroux!Christine and Webber!Christine (not to mention all of the Eriks, save the bumbling Erique Claudin) went missing, his usual habits were not enough.

It didn't help that all the other Raouls had their Christines (except, of course, Webber!Raoul).

Something was rotten in Denmark.

And Leroux!Raoul was determined to get to the bottom of it. So, after enlisting the help of Webber!Meg, La Sorelli, Philippe, and the Persian, Leroux!Raoul went off in pursuit of his Christine.

"I'm tired."

"Keep your hand at the level of your eyes, Monsieur le Comte, or I will cut it off."

"Upstart foreigners."

"CHRISTINE! Where are you! You are late for ballet! Maman is not happy!"

Yes, this was the band that would save the Christines: a tired prima ballerina, a cranky Persian, a Comte who, oddly enough, was in a snit, and a ballet rat with impressive lungs, Leroux!Raoul thought with despair.

Oh, Leroux!Raoul wished Webber!Raoul was with him. But, no, now of all times, the ALWMovie!Raoul had chosen to impart to Webber!Raoul a few tricks in sword play. A few tricks in swordplay that could only be demonstrated in a cemetery located two miles from OPA. (All that seemed to be needed to beat the Phantom was an unbuttoned white shirt. The Raoul lovers were currently in their own heaven.) This left Leroux!Raoul to find the Christines, because, face it, no one else was helping (though, to be fair, the Persian did come up with the idea that to find a Christine one should find an Erik).

After traversing what felt like the whole of OPA, including the cellars on the Persian's suggestion, where Leroux!Raoul was forced by Philippe to look in the boat, the group found themselves back in the lobby without the Christines.

Where in OPA were the Christines? The group started to go back to the auditorium when they heard a suspicious noise from inside the Raouls' classroom.

"You bastardizations must leave," came the distinctive voice of Leroux!Erik.

"Us? Bastardizations?" came the indignant reply of what sounded like… Leroux!Erik.

The Persian knocked on the door.

"Erik, what are you doing in there?"

The door swung open. "Nadir?" asked Leroux!Erik.

"Huh?"

"Daroga!" called the voice of another Leroux!Erik.

"Monsieur Persian!" came the call of Webber!Christine.

"Christine!" Leroux!Raoul shouted.

"Raoul?" Leroux!Christine asked.

"Meg!" shouted Webber!Meg.

All looked at her.

"What?"

Leroux!Raoul shook his head and returned his attention to the Christines.

"Christine…s, what are you doing here?" he asked.

"Reading!" Webber!Christine cheerfully replied, holding up the Raouls' textbook, Why Good Guys Stay Good Guys: Not Turning a Good Character Evil by B. Nice.

"Oh," Leroux!Raoul said, the only syllable that could sum up his thoughts.

"Monster, what are you doing to the Mademoiselles?" the Persian asked, reverting to his old epitaph for Leroux!Erik.

"Which 'monster' are you talking to?" asked Dance!Erik.

"That one!" the Persian said, pointing to one who appeared to be Leroux!Erik.

"Are you sure? I am Kay!Erik, apparently."

Poor daroga. He did not know which Erik was, for lack of a better adjective, his. The daroga shivered as he thought this—he could almost feel the slashers penetrating his brain.

"I am Leroux!Erik," said the Erik closest to Leroux!Christine.

"I knew that," the Persian mumbled.

"We are trying to get these others—GET AWAY FROM HER!" Webber!Erik suddenly interrupted himself as Gerik moved closer to Webber!Christine.

"—Others to leave OPA," Leroux!Erik finished.

"I like it here," Argento!Phantom said, through his blond mass of hair.

Silent!Erik made a huge dramatic gesture and Erk held up a card that said, "I agree."

Philippe made a small choking noise in the back of his throat at the thought of all these Eriks in such close proximity. He only had one ally, Jerome de Chagny, the older brother of Argento!Raoul. The odds were not in their favor.

"Why don't you visit?" Webber!Meg asked.

All looked at her. "You all leave and then you come and visit us!"

"What?" asked Dance!Erik.

"All of you others, leave OPA and then we can invite you back," clarified Meg.

"It is a good idea," La Sorelli said as she stroked Philippe, who was on the verge of a panic attack, on the brow.

"We must ask the Headmaster," came the solemn voice of Leroux!Erik. The Headmaster was the only one the Eriks feared, and respected.

"I said, stop it!" Webber!Erik said as Gerik once more made a move towards Webber!Christine.

AN: Sorry about the wait, reality reared its ugly head and my muse put a ban on OPA, instead preferring vignettes.

One thing: the only time that you should think that we are abandoning OPA is if we say that we are abandoning OPA. Until that distant day, patience.