((As if in reply to Lucise's panicked shouts, an ingenious little device is activated and an envelope of purest vellum falls from the ceiling, tied with a red ribbon to the ceiling. On its surface is written in elegant script "Monsieur Indapaddock." There is a sudden burst of lively, classical music from an invisible orchestra and a pensive humming of strings, as though waiting for something.))
PHANTOM OF THE FILM VOICEOVER: **Ahem**
((Sensing another musical number, Lucise is torn between reaching up to take the letter or heading out the door, finally fate decides for him, and he takes the letter, opening it, as the orchestra blares up again and the Phantom's voice is clearly heard.))
**My dear Mr. Indapaddock,
Hope it's not an inconvenient time.
To inform you, you laze.
That you've slept for days.
And now your lover's gone for he's the unsuspecting victim of some crime.
Please do not be unbraided.
This is not a postletter of ransom.
But I think it's rather best,
if you were up and dressed.
My self discipline's quite stressed and your lover is really quite handsome.
And to keep my musical letter short,
I have found your Monsieur Guy.
He's quite well,
I can tell:
A little addled in the head, I think, but I have no psychiatry degree.
In short, I think you'd better be up.
And on your way to find your beaux.
Come at once, if you can,
To obtain your man.
We are waiting patiently at the little bistro on Ducksina Row.
There is just one more small matter.
And then I will say Adieu.
I am still waiting for my pay.
It should have been here yesterday.
Please tell Ms. Sparta that my salary is long overdue.**