Thank you for all the wonderful reviews. On both this story and my previous story 'Un poltergeist tres Parisien'. Life has been kinda crazy for me recently, due to my day job, so this chapter, that was started last year has only just been finished.

Thank you for following me and I hope you will enjoy this instalment.

I do not own anything by Gaston Leroux, Susan Kay or Andrew Lloyd Webber, everything else is my own work.

The Perturbation of Brother Jack

The result of Erik's hard work and Nadir's suffering resulted in a very satisfied Carlotta grinning at herself in the mirror as she admired the new streamlined figure she owned, encased in the fitted breeches that had been made for her to play the role of Siebel in the upcoming production of Faust.

Bernadette was happy because Carlotta would not destroy any more costumes with her love of chocolate.

Ettore was happy because his loving wife had regained her self-respect and other fiery aspects that he adored.

Madame Giry was happy since everyone else was happy and now she could focus on the Corps de Ballet and the rehearsals for the production.

This made Christine happy and therefore Erik was happy.

The only one not so happy was Nadir who was now left feeling nauseous every time he saw an eclair.

ooo

The gala performance was fast approaching, and so rehearsals were full steam ahead. However Christine had extraordinarily little to do the day before the final dress rehearsal since the day's rehearsals were for the orchestra only. So, after finishing what little housework there was, and with Erik attached to his drafting table, she decided to drop in on Meg, who was working with the youngest members of the ballet conservatory.

ooo

Meg looked like she was about to scream when Christine came through the door. But instead of the soprano quietly slipping into a seat at the side of the studio to watch the class as she used to, Christine suddenly found herself drowning in a sea of baby ballet rats, as Meg turned and grinned at her.

"We are honoured to have a visitation from our Prima Donna, La Jardinier!" she declared as the little girls flocked around Christine.

"One sweet little girl with blonde hair, tugged on Christine's skirts, "Can we show you our dancing La Jardinier?" she asked as the other little girls excitedly agreed.

"You are very pretty!" another declared staring up at Christine as Meg stifled a snigger.

"Can I be you when I grow up?" a little brunette haired girl asked eagerly.

"My mama says you are married to the scary masked man, I think that is so romantic!" another little voice declared as Christine looked at Meg and mouthed the word 'HELP!'.

"Now girls!" Meg called out loudly over the gaggle of eager voices, "Let us show La Jardinier our dance we have been working on." She instructed as the little rats formed two rows in front of the mirror and awaited Meg's instructions.

"Rene, if you would start from the top please!" Meg called as a beleaguered pianist sighed and with a crack of his knuckles prepared to play.

ooo

The scary masked man: completely unaware of his youngest fan, was just finishing his latest design when a gentle humming emanated from the front hall of the lake house signalling the arrive of his angel back home.

"Frere Jacques?" Erik enquired when Christine stopped humming as she came into the sitting room and up to his drafting table.

"Yes," she answered, "Meg and the little ballet rats insisted on me seeing their latest dance to this tune and it took seventeen attempts before they finished it," Christine remarked staring at the ink staining her husband's shirt cuffs. "New design?" she asked before turning to head to the kitchen.

"Yes, the Duc of Brittany." Erik replied as he rolled up the now dry design and secured it to one side of his table, before facing his wife, "his town house here in Paris needs a complete internal redesign." Erik explained as Christine nodded.

"Tea Maestro?" Christine enquired from the kitchen door.

"Yes Please!" Erik replied, "then I shall cook dinner whilst you bathe" he added, turning back to his drafting table to cap the ink well.

Erik was just about to sit in his reading chair when he noticed Christine was humming in the kitchen as she finished their tea, "Frere Jacques again?" he asked as she come into the sitting room tray in hand.

"Yes, it seems to be rattling around in my head," Christine sighed as she poured the tea.

ooo

Bathed and after enjoying dinner with her husband, Christine was looking forward to the evenings lesson and a chance to brush up on the Jewel song from Faust, it was less than two days to go before the gala performance, and Christine was warming her voice up, itching to be at the very top of her game.

Erik entered the music room, with a handful of sheet music, placed it upon the piano and stared at his wife as she warmed up.

"Scales on the theme of Frere Jacques?" he queried "I do not remember teaching you to warm up that way!" he added as he sat down on the piano bench.

"I cannot get that wretched tune out of my head!" Christine complained, "it is stuck there!"

"Ah you have a worm of the ear!" Erik responded, as Christine looked horrified.

"A worm!" she squealed as Erik cringed.

"Not an actual parasite, a figure of speech that means a tune stuck in your head, my darling and no more squealing, it is bad for your vocal cords!" Erik gently chided.

"Well excuse me for being concerned!" Christine muttered, "but when one's husband talks about worms in the ear, I for one do not take such information lightly."

"I have the cure for such an affliction." Erik sagely informed her "if you would like, I shall play a selection of your favourite melodies after our lesson, that should remove the ear worm effectively." He stated.

"An evening of my maestro's playing, especially if he finishes with his seduction duet, is a prescription I most heartily agree to!" Christine replied with a saucy grin.

"As my Diva commands!" Erik replied with a salacious wink, before becoming serious, "Scales!" He barked, taking his seat at the piano bench, "Please warm up correctly and begin…"

ooo

The following morning after a night of all manner of music and other passions, Christine awoke feeling invigorated, it was a busy day with the final rehearsal for the gala, so she was already up and dressed and feeding the cats, humming unconsciously under her breath, when Erik came into the kitchen dressed and fixing his cravat.

The former Opera Ghost tried to ignore the fact that even after a night of music and passion his lovely wife was still humming that now infuriating tune, and it was starting to grate on his nerves.

"Frere Jacques again?" he enquired as he finished his cravat and picked up the cup of tea Christine had made for him, before eyeing the croissant she had placed on a plate ready for him.

The humming stopped as Christine placed the cat's breakfast down to a happy chorus of mewing from Saya and Ami. "Sorry it is still stuck in my head," she responded apologetically.

"So, it appears I am to get breakfast and a show?" Erik retorted sarcastically, taking a bite from his croissant.

"There is no need to be so snooty about it!" Christine grumbled, "I am suffering just as much!" she added before finishing her cup of tea and placing a kiss on Erik's jaw, "In the office today?" she enquired as Erik sipped his tea.

"Yes, I have to present the results of yesterday's designing frenzy to the client… How did you guess I was out today I did not say anything last night?" Erik enquired lightly.

"Simple, you have your mask on!" Christine replied, looking at her pendent watch, "And I am going to be late if I do not hurry!" she added, grabbing her bonnet and cloak from the hall.

"Sing well Angel!" Erik called as she finished tying her bonnet in place kissed him and shot out of the door.

ooo

Two hours later, Erik was in his office, all thoughts of Frere Jacques out of his head; until Jean came through the front door and stood by Nadir's desk staring out of one window, humming that wretched tune under his breath.

The familiar and this time slightly off key notes of Frere Jacques were seriously beginning to really irritate Erik, who was trying to make some rather annoying final adjustments to the plans that had just been presented to the Duc of Brittany, before handing them over to his site manager. Poking his head out of his office door, Erik affixed Jean with a venomous look.

"One more note and you will truly dread what I will do to you!" Erik growled.

Stopping his humming immediately, Jean looked round from the window to see a very narked Erik glaring back.

"Sorry, I have this wretched tune stuck in my head." Jean apologised.

"What is it with that bloody melody?" Erik demanded angrily, as Jean looked at his own shoes with interest.

"Erm, Meg was humming it all yesterday evening, now I have it stuck in my head." Jean answered sheepishly.

"You and my Christine seem to have the same affliction, a worm of the ear!"

"A WORM!" screamed Jean, as Erik cringed.

"It means a tune stuck in your head, and do not scream it rattles my ears!" Erik grumbled, rubbing his ears as if they hurt.

"Is it fatal?" Jean enquired nervously.

Only if you keep humming it near me!" Erik replied viciously.

"How do I get rid of it?" Jean pleaded.

Erik thought carefully for a moment: true he could not use the method he had for Christine last night, and well it had not worked anyway. Then it dawned on him, an anti-Frere Jacques composition sounded just the ticket.

"Humm," Erik mused as Jean and Nadir looked on with interest. "Tempo, Timbre and Tonality, should work a treat!" Erik stated out loud, before turning on his heel towards his office, before turning smartly back to face Jean.

"Not one note past your lips whilst I sort this out; otherwise you might find my spare violin bow stuck somewhere nasty!" Erik warned before turn back to his office and shutting the door.

Nadir finished what he was doing and made what seemed a wise decision, "I am going to leave you with Erik, Gilen and I are off to the market for some fresh air and fruit." He announced to the evermore scared looking Jean.

"Market?" Jean enquired nervously, "do you not normally get pastries from the baker just down the road?"

"I seem to have gone off pastries at the moment." Nadir replied with a shudder, before grabbing his hat and leading Gilen off with him.

Jean stood nervously in the now empty main office as he watched the door to Erik's office open and Erik's site manager left with a roll of blueprints tucked under his arm.

ooo

What seemed to Jean like forever, but was only in fact ten minutes later, Erik swept out of his private office armed with his spare violin and bow.

"one round should suffice!" he triumphantly declared, before turning his gaze to a now shaking Jean. "Listen very carefully I will play this only once!" Erik barked.

ooo

By the time Nadir and Gilen got back, Jean and Erik were happily sitting in Erik's office discussing the newest clients and tactics to get them to sign their contracts.

"Please tell me you did not beat the tune out of him?" Nadir enquired nervously as Gilen took Nadirs purchases into the back room to place in a bowl.

"Nope!" Erik replied spritely as he handed Jean the monies for the clients entertainments and the contracts Nadir had completed that morning.

"He played a magnificent composition on the violin and the tune vanished!" Jean declared happily as he collected his hat from Erik's desk and placing it on his head bid them all farewell.

ooo

As the front door shut, Nadir looked suspiciously at Erik. "What exactly did you do?" he asked cautiously.

"Just as Jean said." Erik replied airily, "I composed and played a piece on the spot that due to its chordal structure, timbre and timing effectively cancelled out the ear worm."

Nadir sighed, music was not his thing, "As long as it worked and did not cause bodily or mental harm, good!"

Erik just shook his head and went back into his office, shutting the door behind himself.

ooo

Barely half an hour had passed when the bell on the front door of the office rang and a surprise visitor made their way to Nadir's desk. Capping his fountain pen Nadir looked up at a frustrated English complexion.

"Good Morning Vicomtess de Chagny, how can I help you?" Nadir enquired courteously.

"Good Morning Nadir, is Erik available please, I urgently need his advice." Meredith replied.

Erik's bat like hearing had drawn him out of his office before Meredith had finished speaking.

"Good Morning Meredith, how can I assist you?" Erik asked bemused.

"How do you control the urge to kill my husband?" Meredith asked, there was no levity in her voice, she sounded angry.

Erik was stuck, that was awkward to answer in so many ways. "Erm… Why are you asking and what has he done this time?" Erik asked carefully, as he pulled a chair up for Meredith to sit on and motioned Nadir to fetch the sherry from his office.

"Well everything was fine until we went to collect Jean and Meg before going to a little restaurant for dinner last night." Meredith started as she accepted the schooner of sherry Nadir proffered.

"Then what happened?" Erik pressed.

"Well…" Meredith started before taking a sip of the sweet sherry, "Raoul being Raoul, we were a little early so Meg wasn't ready, so Jean invited us to sit in their drawing room whilst we waited."

"and?" Nadir asked, curiously.

"It was sweet, their apartment is lovely, and we could hear Meg humming a little tune as she finished getting ready." Meredith continued.

"So?" Erik and Nadir simultaneously asked impatiently.

Meredith sipped her sherry again, "Well everything went perfectly until we had just said goodnight to Meg and Jean, and then it started." Meredith added before taking another sip.

Erik and Nadir were now on tenterhooks, "What!" they both demanded. Even Gilen was leaning over to hear what was such a problem that Meredith wanted to kill Raoul.

"He started humming the tune Meg was humming before dinner." Meredith stated, "He continued all the way back to the Chateau." She added with a shudder and another sip of sherry. "I would not mind quite so much but my husband cannot carry a tune in a bucket, so an off key version of Frere Jacques for the entire hour's journey back to the Chateau was a painful event, worse than that he was still humming it this morning, it was driving me insane." She finished.

Erik sighed, Frere Jacques again. "Where is Raoul now?" he asked.

"I took a leaf out of your book Erik and had Louis gag him and tie him to the luggage rack at the back of our carriage, then cover him with a canvas so people would not stare." Meredith calmly informed an incredulously staring Erik and Nadir.

Both men then looked at each other, before Erik found his voice again, "Please can he be brought inside, and I will cure him for you." He informed Meredith.

ooo

A very cold and shaken Raoul was escorted inside Angel Architecture and sat down as Erik gave his instructions and then played the Anti Frere Jacques melody. Then Nadir brought out hot Coffee laced with Brandy for the Frazzled Vicomte.

"Thank you so much!" Raoul happily declared, as he downed the hot coffee. "I never thought I would ever get rid of that tune and was seriously concerned as I had truly enraged my sweet English Rose." He added holding the empty cup out for a refill.

ooo

Once a now happy Vicomte and Vicomtess de Chagny had departed, the rest of the working day went smoothly, and Erik hoped that he only had one more musical cure to administer and that was for Christine, then Frere Jacques could be consigned to the bin where it now belonged.

ooo

Erik arrived back at the lake house, tired but in positive spirits. That was until he spied Madame Giry waiting for him. Christine was just bringing a tea tray into the sitting room as Erik entered.

"Thank heavens you have arrived!" Madame Giry declared as she took a freshly poured cup of tea from Christine.

"Why?" Erik asked suspiciously.

"I have a tune stuck in my head!" Madame Giry replied.

Erik did not know whether to laugh or cry. "Do not tell me, Frere Jacques am I right? He enquired.

"Very well I shall not tell you it is Frere Jacques." Madame Giry replied glibly.

Erik sighed, "Please do not hum it, I have heard it enough today already!" Erik begged.

"I only hummed it couple of times this morning, Christine stated.

"Alas my angel," Erik started, "This tune has spread like a pestilence today, not just yourself but also Jean and Raoul have suffered the same affliction." Erik informed his wife.

"Please tell me you did not treat them for the ear worm the same way you did me?" Christine asked mischievously.

It took Erik barely a second before he realised what Christine was getting at and with his eyebrows threatening to appear above his mask and the feeling of nausea at such a thought, Erik shuddered before he replied.

"Good Grief! No!" Erik replied, "Add to that the fact it did not work for you, I had to find another way." He finished, with a more pronounced shudder as Madame Giry and Christine both hid a snigger before Madame Giry interrupted Erik's suffering.

"It seems that the cause of this is my daughter, she has been humming Frere Jacques for the past three days." Madame stated.

"What is it with her and this tune?" Erik grumbled partially under his breath.

"Well actually this is all your fault!" Madame Giry calmly informed Erik and Christine.

This time Erik's eyebrows did rise high enough to move his mask.

"H.. Ho..How… Is this MY fault!" he demanded.

Christine looked at him with wide eyes. "Please do expand on that Madame Giry?" she asked.

"Well, you see, many years ago when Erik and I first met, I had to take over one night as the then Prima Ballerina, had run off with her patron, and her understudy was not ready. So a young Uncle Erik babysat my then three year old daughter." Madame Giry started.

This peaked Christine's interest, and she turned to face Madame Giry, just as Erik groaned.

"Oh good grief!" Erik exclaimed, as he slapped his hand to his mask." I never knew I would make a rod for my own back!"

Madame Giry grinned, as she and Christine sat on the couch "Yes I thought you would remember!" she declared.

"Erik?" Christine asked, as Erik sat down in his chair by the fire and looked at the ceiling.

"What was I supposed to do with a ratty over tired three year old?" Erik asked rhetorically.

"She was and still is so proud of you; I remember Meg always wanted to be like her Uncle Erik!" Madame Giry added.

"I think we had better enlighten my angel." Erik interrupted, "Before her curiosity reaches critical point." He added nodding to Christine who was wearing a very perplexed yet amused expression.

"If you would be so kind, it would be lovely to hear about a ratty three year old Meg!" Christine said with a giggle.

"Well as Madame Giry said she had to take over the lead in Giselle one night, Meg wanted to watch her maman dance, but she was not allowed since the managers then were government officials and not so nice." Erik started with a sigh followed by a grin. "Boy did I enjoy getting rid of those idiots!" he continued, before returning to his story. "Anyway Madame Giry already knew where I lived and turned up unannounced one evening in costume with a little blonde haired temper tantrum throwing nightmare, called Meg." He added, "So I was asked if I could babysit Meg, because if the Managers found her then Madame could have been thrown on the street, so I agreed." He finished.

"So?" Christine asked, "What does this have to do with Frere Jacques?" she questioned.

"I managed to keep Meg amused for about half an hour then she decided that since she could not be upstairs, she did not want to be like her maman!" Erik started, "So she decided she wanted to be like Uncle Erik!"

Christine giggled at this, "Please do not tell me she wanted the mask, cloak etc?" she asked still giggling.

"No," Erik replied, "she wanted to be a pretty pink Ghost and only play the pipe organ like her Uncle Erik, she threw a humongous tantrum when I said no, and believe me her scream of temper is more painful than anything Carlotta can produce. It made my head ring!" Erik said holding his head in his hands and wincing at the memory.

Christine could not help it, she started laughing, "Poor Erik!" she managed before dissolving into a fit of laughter.

"Ah, so that explains why I came down to collect a sleeping child and found her wide awake, sitting on your lap, playing a tune on the pipe organ one note at a time at Midnight." Madame Giry said with a rare smile.

Erik nodded, "Yes I gave in and the only tune I could think to teach her was…"

"Frere Jacques!" Madame Giry and Christine answered together.

"That would explain why Meg can play a mean Frere Jacques on your pipe organ!" Christine declared brightly recalling the rude awakening she and Meg had delivered the morning after the Vicomte's stag party.

"Yes," Erik answered morosely, remembering the same event.

"It was a shame that you never got to see Madame dance, I would so have loved to see you dance Giselle" Christine said wistfully as she faced Madame Giry.

"Do not worry I did get to see Annette dance, she had to cover the second night as well." Erik told his wife brightly.

"Then who babysat Meg?" Christine had to ask.

"Yes Erik!" Madame Giry retorted, "I left Meg with you for that second night, so who was babysitting my daughter that night, if you were in box five?" she asked.

Erik, smiled, "Simple, I encouraged Nadir to watch over little Meg on the second night; although he had more trouble keeping Meg amused than I did." Erik added with a smirk.

"Why do I suspect there is more to this story?" Christine questioned as Erik's smirk grew.

"Well… When she threw a temper tantrum with me, she screamed… When she did the same with Nadir, she did not scream!" he continued, "she bit his thumb!" then looking at his front door, Erik started laughing.

"There is no way my sweet daughter would have been so vicious!" Madame Giry blurted out as she too noticed Nadir standing by the front door of the lake house. "Nadir my daughter did not bite you surely?" she almost pleaded.

Nadir entered the sitting room, looked to Erik now curled up in his reading chair roaring with laughter, looked at Christine sniggering and a desperate Madame Giry who seemed eager to prove her daughter would not attack anyone, and sighed, before making a fist with his left hand and holding his left thumb up.

"Alas it is true!" Nadir stated, showing his thumb to Christine and Madame Giry. There just under the knuckle was a ring of old scars that clearly resembled teeth marks.

"It appears that saying no to a three year old that wants to turn your favourite Astrakhan hat into a small version of Uncle Erik's boat, is not a good idea!" Nadir stated as he perched on the arm of the couch.

Madame Giry looked embarrassed, "I am so going to wallop her when I see her!" she stated turning to face Nadir, "I am so sorry!" she added.

By this time Erik had laughed so hard that his sides were hurting, so still sniggering, he decided to refresh the tea tray Christine had left beside the couch.

"What exactly happened that night?" Madame Giry enquired, "All I remember is seeing you and Erik playing chess and… Oh yes you had a bandaged thumb!" she recalled as Christine listened with interest.

Nadir rose from the arm of the couch and made himself comfortable in Erik's chair before clearing his throat. "I arrived after you dropped Meg off and took over babysitting duties, as Erik pretty much instantly dashed out to ensure he made the start of your performance." Nadir started as Erik appeared with the tea tray and began pouring tea for everyone. "I managed all of five minutes story telling before Meg got bored, next thing I know a little hand had grabbed my hat and was attached to a little pair of legs dashing into the kitchen." Nadir continued, So I chased after her just in time to stop her putting my hat in the sink!" he declared, stopping to take a sip of his tea.

"So?" Madame Giry asked urgently.

"So apparently scolding a three year old is harder than I remember, and your daughter threw a temper tantrum from hell. I shook my finger at her as I told her she was not going to put my hat in the sink, she screamed that 'it was her uncle Erik's boat' then grabbed my hand and sunk her teeth into my thumb." Nadir finished.

"What did you do then?" Christine prompted.

"Once she had let go, I grabbed a towel, wrapped my bleeding thumb in it then picked her up and shoved her in Erik's spare room, and left her there to continue throwing her tantrum, whilst I nursed my thumb and a brandy or two." Nadir concluded.

Erik snorted at this point, "Yes you ruined my best tea towel!" he grumbled, "I had to throw it away after I stitched your wounds." He added.

Christine rolled her eyes at her husband, "I really do wonder at times why Nadir is still your friend?" she said, "Poor Nadir that must have been painful."

"Who else would put up with him?" Nadir replied cheekily, before clearing his throat upon noticing Erik's glare in his direction. "Anyway, reminiscing about old wounds was not the reason I have visited. I need help and Erik is the only person who can give me what I need." Nadir declared pitifully.

"See, that is why I am his friend!" Erik retorted before narrowing his eyes at his friend. "What have you done that requires my help?" he asked suspiciously.

Nadir looked pensive, "It seems that I am not immune to ear worms, and I have found myself humming…"

"Do not say it!" Christine and Madame Giry begged.

"Enough said!" Erik interjected, "one moment whilst I fetch the cure… now for three." He declared vanishing into the music room.

ooo

One carefully played antidote melody later, the friends sat finishing a fresh pot of tea, Frere Jacques free.

Erik was back in the music room, as Christine, Madame Giry and Nadir celebrated being earworm free; putting his violin somewhere it did not often go; in its case.

Christine looked up from her conversation when she heard the familiar snapping shut of the violin case. "Erik, what are you doing?" she asked.

"I still have one more cure to administer!" Erik declared entering the sitting room carrying his violin case.

"You are going to cure yourself?" Nadir questioned, "I certainly cannot play your 'cure'."

Erik snorted derisively, "I meant Meg the sweet cause of this debacle." Then thought for a moment and chuckled, "You seriously do not think that a simple tune like that would get stuck in my head?" he retorted.

"Well, since you most likely have heard it most, I would presume with your genius memory it would have embedded there." Nadir pointed out as Erik laughed.

"I have far more interesting melodies in my head like Mozart for example!" Erik pompously explained.

"Gentlemen!" Madame Giry broke in, "Can we cure Meg before anyone else suffers the earworm please?"

"I think that is a wise idea!" Christine agreed, as Erik and Nadir pulled faces at each other and along with the ladies made ready to head to Meg and Jeans.

ooo

Arriving at the younger Castalot de Barbazac's apartment, the friends were taken somewhat aback to find Jean waiting for them just outside the front door.

"Oh thank the mercies!" Jean declared a slightly glazed and crazed look in his eye. "I was just heading to get you Erik, my earworm is back with a vengeance. My petite has been humming that tune since she got home this evening." Jean miserably added.

"Never fear, I will apply the cure, and all will be well!" Erik declared confidently.

ooo

Back at home after an interesting evening, involving a largess of gratitude with much kissing from both Meg; and to Erik's horror Jean; Christine and Erik were just finishing their later supper and chatting in the dining room.

"I never thought anyone could look so grateful for a simple tune from a violin." Mused Erik.

"And that was just Meg!" Christine remarked with a giggle, as she drank her glass of water.

"Yes." Erik replied with a chuckle, "I do not think she will want to hear Frere Jacques again for a long time… I hope." He added, finishing his glass of wine. "Now my angel, I think a short touch up lesson and you are ready for the Gala tomorrow night!" Erik declared standing up, "leave the dishes, I shall do them later!" he instructed as Christine put down the plates she was about to take to the kitchen.

"If my maestro truly insists." She replied, "but first I need to freshen up before I start my lesson." Christine added making her way to her bathroom.

"I shall be at the piano when you are ready!" Erik called back.

ooo

Christine had barely made it to the bathroom door when she heard but three strangely familiar notes from the piano, followed by the discordant sound of hands slamming down on piano keys and a scream of rage issuing from the music room. Forgetting about her bathroom needs, Christine ran into the music room just in time to see Erik slam the fallboard down on his piano.

"I DO NOT BELIEVE IT!" he shouted to no one in particular. "I NOW HAVE THAT F…"

Realising the next word was not polite Christine rapidly interjected, "Erik Language!"

Erik turned towards his lovely wife his face; unmasked as was now normal when they were alone a vibrant display of anger, his top teeth still pressed against his bottom lips as he fizzed and hissed like a snake. "F…F…F… FORSAKEN TUNE STUCK IN MY HEAD!"