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

"I'll have white wine and penne alfredo." She said softly.

Sam smiled gently, "I'll have Yakisoba and a rye and coke please."

"Warm saki, soba, and teriyaki chicken!" Erin grinned widely.

"Fried rice and tempura chicken." Gerry chimed in.

Bailey settled down, "So how has it been being back at the theater?"

Sam nodded, "No complaints, but I'm not eating there anymore."

"My sleep schedule's all fucked up." Erin frowned slightly.

"I can't wait to get out of that place." Gerry frowned a bit as well.

"I had a really weird encounter today." She frowned softly.

"What happened?" Erin frowned.

"The lady that runs the theater, she threatened me. I don't think it can be construed as anything else, really."

Sam looked up at her, "She threatened you?": He was protective of these girls, who wasn't?

"Something's off in that bint's head." Erin frowned.

Bailey laughed softly, shaking her head gently. "Yes and whatever it is, It's related to Phantom."

"Why d'you say that?" She frowned a bit more.

"Come on Erin, she's a modern day Madame Giry. She's not stupid, she knows somethings up. It's just every time she looks at me or you she's really hateful." She frowned softly.

"Well, Mme. Giry wasn't a bint or a loon at all from what I've heard." She shrugged slightly. "It seems to me like she's...jealous."

"Jealous of what though?" She frowned softly, "I don't understand." She took a sip of her drink idly.

Sam shrugged softly, "Maybe she's angry that you two get all the glory and she's stuck as a manager."

Erin frowned slightly. "Seems like she's jealous of our connections to Erik."

"If that's the case, then she's stupid." She shook her head, "Woah, hey it's snowing pretty bad out there, we better get back to the theater."

Erin just shrugged slightly but didn't say anything.

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea." Gerry frowned slightly and paid the bill.

So they left and got back to the theater, the weather took a turn for the worst and soon they were snowed in, it was only 6 pm, so Bailey wasn't near tired and yet, everywhere seemed completely deserted. She leaned over to Erin, "Erik's voice would be a beacon of light with the way this all feels." She whispered softly.

"I'll say," Sam said. "The hair everywhere on my body is standing straight up, something's not right.."

"It's...too quiet." Gerry frowned.

"Just like before the zombies attack..." Erin smiled slightly but it faltered quickly.

When Bailey heard a crunch under her foot there was hand, obviously ripped off of someone's body. She screamed so loud, being the alto/soprano that she was and backed into the wall that anyone would probably hear her.

Sam pulled Erin away quickly, his eyes widening. "Holy shit!" He yelled.

"Damn, I wasn't serious about the zombie thing." Erin's eyes were wide but she seemed a little more fascinated than scared.

Gerry grabbed Bailey and held her tightly. "What the hel'ls going on?"

Bailey looked at them, "The theater! Now." She started to run, tugging Gerry behind her.

Sam pulled Erin. "We need to talk to crazy." He said.

Erin burst into a flat out sprint, throwing open the doors of the theater as she got there.

Bailey ran in second and was breathing heavily, but she managed to scream. "Erik!"

Sam bolted into the theater too and shut the door, barring it shut.

Erin slid to a stop and glanced around the theater frantically.

"We're not alone here..." Gerry frowned and looked around.

"It's not Erik.." She mumbled.

"You'd be terribly right about that monsieur." But there was the girl, decked out in a females version of the phantoms outfit the mask and all. "You thought that you could just keep him to yourself, didn't you?" She screamed, growling.


Sam stepped backwards, "You're a psycho bitch, you know that?"