Jareth was at this point accustom to hearing the repetitiveness of his roommate’s organ, signifying another sleepless night for the masked composer. So when the Goblin King entered the apartment, he heard nothing. James had mentioned going out with Eponine for the evening-more than likely also the night. Javert had been called away, something that was “none of his business” upon asking the former inspector. With everyone out, Erik was known to normally compose his work during this time. The only one the Opera Ghost didn’t seem to pay mind to disturbing was Jareth.
But no resounding overture was heard in the apartment.
“Erik?” Jareth called, glancing around the vacant space. No reply, “Hello?”
Still no answer. Something was up, it was never calm and quiet in this apartment. Call it paranoia, but from all of their backgrounds calm and quiet was the last thing the four flatmates could be classified as.
Erik wasn’t one to leave t