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

Sam helped and Bailey dialed 911 on her cellphone that she found on the floor, sitting down, as she explained the situation to them and they came. Bailey was sitting in the theater with coffee after all was said and done, just enjoying the silence and the darkness. A bandage on her cheek and head, where she had gotten a concussion.

Gerry wandered into the theater, looking for her. "How are you feeling?"

"Tired, but mostly just melancholy. With this concussion.. I just feel weird." She looked up. "How's Sam and Erin?"

"I don't know..." Gerry murmured as he sat down next to her.

"How are you doing?" She sipped at her tea calmly.

He just shrugged slightly.

Bailey toussled his hair softly and looked at him. "You should get some sleep, Gerry."

"Only if you come with me." He smiled slightly at her.

Bailey looked at him and shook her head, "I'm not tired, I'll come in a little bit."

"I get the feeling that you just want to be alone for a bit." He raised an eyebrow slightly.

Bailey sighed softly, "You're right, I do. I'm sorry, it's just quiet and it's nice, gives me a chance to sort out my thoughts." She tousled his hair again. "I'll come to bed in a few minutes."

"Next time just tell me that." He kissed her cheek gently. "I don't mind. Just don't stay up too long. I'll get lonely." He winked teasingly before leaving her alone to her thoughts.

And her thoughts were terrifying, she couldn't stop imagining body parts and Erik lookin terrifying and her mind set into that deep, dark part where she was at her most vulnerable.

The eerie silence settled in around her. The theater was mostly dark except for a few footlights here and there, which gave the place a sort of otherworldly glow.

Bailey didn't even care, she lied in her chair and let her tears stream down her face in silence, there was no noise, not even her breathing.

After a few moments of that suffocating silence, she heard soft, eerie music floating through the air. It didn't quite have the same amount of feeling that Erik's music usually did though. It was impossible to tell where the music came from.

Bailey started to hum and then sing softly to the music, she started composing a song to it, knowing that she was never truly alone.

After a few moments, the music stopped abruptly, mid-bar, and didn't start back up again.

Bailey blinked softly and shook her head gently. She stopped singing along and just lied in her chair again, the silence was nice to.

The silence stayed unbroken for quite a while.

Bailey stood up and looked around after a few minutes, gathering her blanket and her tea cup, making her way to the kitchen, when she entered, she put it in the dishwasher and leaned on the counter because she was very short of breath.

The eerie silence followed her into the kitchen.

Bailey leaned on the counter, feeling like she wanted to throw up, but she was just dizzy.

The silence was no comfort by this point. It was obvious that Erik wasn't showing up tonight after what she had said to him earlier.

Bailey made her way to her room and climbed into bed beside Gerry, curling up to him.