(As the light brightens, we see the PHANTOM seated at the organ playing with furious concentration. He breaks off occasionally to write the music down. There is a musical box in the shape of a barrel organ beside the bed. Mysteriously, it plays as CHRISTINE wakes up. The music keeps her in a half-trance)

CHRISTINE

I remember there was mist

swirling mist upon a vast, glassy lake ...

There were candles all around

and on the lake there was a boat,

and in the boat there was a man ...

(She rises and approaches the PHANTOM who does not see her As she reaches for his mask, he turns, almost catching her. This happens several times)

Who was that shape

in the shadows?

Whose is the face

in the mask?

(She finally succeeds in tearing the mask from his face. The PHANTOM springs up and rounds on her furiously. She clearly sees his face. The audience does not, as he is standing in profile and in shadow)

PHANTOM

Damn you!

You little prying

Pandora!

You little demon -

is this what you wanted to see?

Curse you!

You little lying

Delilah!

You little viper!

now you cannot ever be free!

Damn you . . .

Curse you . . .

(a pause)

Stranger

than you dreamt it -

can you even

dare to look

or bear to

think of me:

this loathsome

gargoyle, who

burns in hell, but secretly

yearns for heaven,

secretly . . .

secretly . . .

But, Christine . . .

Fear can

Turn to love - you'll

learn to see, to

find the man

behind the

monster: this . . .

repulsive

carcass, who

seems a beast, but secretly

dreams of beauty,

secretly . . .

secretly . . .

Oh, Christine . . .

(He holds out his hand tor the mask, which she gives to him. He puts it on, turning towards the audience as he sings)

Come we must return -

those two fools

who run my theatre

will be missing you.

(The lair sinks into the floor as the PHANTOM and CHRISTINE leave)