The clock struck twelve as Nadir made his way down the cold stone tunnels to Erik's house.

The grandfather clock in the foyer was ringing its last bell when Nadir opened the door and nearly walked into Erik.

Erik blinked in shock.

Nadir looked him over and sighed.

"You went to the Masquerade," he huffed. 

"It's really your fault for telling me about it." Erik replied, crossing his arms indignantly.

Nadir made a noise of exasperation as Erik smirked at him.

Nadir threw his hands up in the air. 

"You are absolutely impossible!" He exclaimed. 

"Would you like some tea, Nadir?" He smiled charmingly. 

Erik walked gracefully through his foyer and towards the kitchen, Nadir hot on his heels.

"Look." Nadir fairly growled, as they arrived in the surprisingly cheery kitchen. "I know you aren't stupid, so what purpose could you possibly have for antagonizing the Managers?! They were already leaving!"

"Well I didn't know that!" Erik exclaimed.

Nadir snorted, "Sure you didn't!"

"I'm telling you I didn't know! I only just arrived here!" Erik groaned. 

"Erik, you've tried to pull the wool over my eyes on multiple occasions. But I'm hurt that you think that I'm foolish enough to believe this nonsense!" Nadir retorted. 

"But it's true! I've never been here before. I mean yes my name is Erik. I lived under the Opera but this Opera is different. And the only people I recognize are Carlotta and Choleti!" Erik snapped. 

Nadir sat down heavily in his seat.

"Look, the last thing I remember is being shot." Erik sighed, dragging a palm down his face.

"Shot?!" Nadir blanched. 

"By my father." Erik added.

"You don't have a father." Nadir replied crossly. 

"Everyone has a father." Erik shot back. 

"I mean you never met your father." Nadir amends. 

"So then you don't know Gerard Carriere?" Erik frowns. 

"No..." Nadir replies with a deeply worried look. 

Erik took in a deep breath.

"How about Christine Daae?" he asked cautiously.

Nadir's eyes widen drastically, "Well, I know her!"

"Where is she?" Erik whispered

Nadir sighed, "Sit down Erik."

Erik sunk down into his chair.

"She eloped with her fiance."

"Philippe." Erik growled.

"No... Raoul..."

Erik raised an eyebrow.

"The Count de Chagne."

"His name is Raoul?" Erik muttered confusedly.

"You should remember his name you nearly killed the man." Nadir face-palmed.

"I did?~" Erik grinned. 

"That's not something to be proud of Erik." Nadir sighed tiredly.

"Ah, Right. Sorry."

"They escaped, and are now married."

"Do... do you know where they are?"

"I told them not to tell me... or anyone for that matter. I knew you'd want to go after them."

Erik stood.

"Damn you Nadir!" he snarled.

Nadir chuckled.

"You'll live. Besides I heard you danced with one of the Ballerinas last night?"

Nadir put his hand on his chin and wiggled his eyebrows.

"She seemed to know me." Erik replied

"Well that would be impossible. The girl was new."

"How do you know?"

"I was at the Masquerade, genius."Nadir retorted.

"Oh." Erik poured the hot water into the teapot. "Then perhaps you have a theory to who she is?"

"Nope. I suppose that's a mystery you'll have to solve."