Gerry And Bailey's Phantom of the Opera stage show.

When Bailey woke the next day, she was laying in her bed in her pjs. The cut on her forehead was bandaged neatly and the mirror wasn't broken. It was still locked but this time the mirror was a lot more durable and wouldn't be broken so easily.

Bailey tilted upwards and blinked, she bolted out f bed and tried the mirror and then walked out of her room to utter silence, it was so silent, it was creepy. "Erin?" She called softly, wondering what was going on, if all it was was just a dream.

No one answered her. The hallways seemed to be completely deserted.

Bailey walked along the hallways, trying to hear anything else. "Hello?" She said loudly, tilting her head.

There were some faint voices coming from the general area of the theater where some of the crew was working on the set.

Sam saw her and lowered down hi ladder, "Aye Bailey, are you alright?" He said, looking concerned.

"What happened, Sam?" She said softly.

"We found you outside a few days ago." Sam said, "You had the worst fever in the world. We called in a doctor." He said, frowning.

Bailey blinked, "Where's Erin?" She said softly, "Or Gerry?" She frowned.

"We thought Erin just left, she might have just gone home from the holidays, thankfully there's no rehearsals." He frowned, "And you're still sick, you need to go back to bed."

Gerry was no where to be seen amongst all the crew.

Bailey nodded and suddenly felt faint, collapsing, and Sam helped her back to her room, before walking off to find Gerry. "Hey mate." He said softly.

Gerry had been hiding out in his room. He frowned slightly but still let Sam in. "Hey."

"I brought you some lunch.." He said softly, "You need to talk to Bailey.." He said, setting the plate down. "She doesn't understand what's going on, she was asking for you... She's very sick."

"I don't need to do anything." He scowled.

"Gerry, stop being so god damned stubborn." He said, "She needs you, now I don't know what's happening to the girl, but whatever it is, she's definitely not faking, shes truly confused and upset."

"She doesn't need me. She needs someone like Erin." He shrugged slightly. "But she's up and vanished."

"Did you really just say that, mate? She doesn't love Erin. She loves you. You can see it in her eyes. And you.. well god, I hope you love her. Otherwise you've been leading her on."

Gerry just scowled at Sam and stood. "I don't need to be lectured about this." He walked out of his room and grumbled his way down the hall.

Bailey was busy trying trying to map out the theater, drawing pictures down through the secret passageways she knew of, coughing lightly with how sick she was.

Gerry grumbled his way into the theater, flopping himself into a seat in the back row, leaning back and covering his eyes with his arm.

Bailey made her way to the theater, not noticing Gerry, She walked on the stage, coughing and trying to quiet her cough as she opened the trap door.

Gerry heard her and sat up a bit, noticing her going down the trap door. "What is she doing..." He muttered to himself and got up to investigate when he was sure that she wouldn't notice him.

The basement as completely flooded and Bailey breathed, dunking under the water and slipping through the grate.

Sam blinked and walked over to Gerard, "Did Bailey just slide down there..?" He blinked, "Isn't she sick?" He slipped down and gasped at the cold water, "Holy shit, mate. It's freezing."

"She was telling the truth..." He murmured to himself, shock registering on his face. He slipped down and hurried after Bailey.

Bailey made her way towards the grate, the eerie candlelight shocked her as she made her way towards the staircase and climbed up, her weak, sick body trembling with the cold.

Sam made his way and saw the lake and the gondola and his heart stopped.

"He must be keeping Erin down here..." Gerry murmured to Sam.

"So how should I properly dispose of you?" Erik's voice echoed menacingly throughout his lair. "If I were to let you live, I suppose have punished you enough to teach her a lesson. Breaking a person like this has been too much fun. I will need to do it more, instead of simply killing."

Bailey bolted up the stairs and took Erik down with her body, "Let her go!" She screeched, getting her hands firmly around his neck.

Sam bolted across the way and started untying Erin quickly. "We've got ya lass."

Erik grabbed Bailey's wrists and easily pushed her back off of him. Jumping up, he dragged Bailey to her feet, grabbing her throat with one hand but not choking her or anything. "See what I have done to your friend because you had the nerve to disobey me." He growled.

When Sam tried to start untying her, she visibly recoiled from his touch. "Don't touch me!" She curled herself up as small as she could and just sobbed. She was covered in bruises and scratches and there was a very dark rope burn around her neck. Her clothes were in tatters on the floor a few feet away and she was just wearing a very tattered and dirty men's button up shirt.