I remember... there was mist. Swirling mist upon a vast glassy lake... There were candles...

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. [walks over to the Phantom, at his organ] Christine: Who was that shape in the shadows? Whose is that face in the mask? [touches his face and rips of mask] The Phantom: [covers face] 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! [now sad] The Phantom: Stranger than you dreamt it, can you even bear to look, or dare to think of me?... This lonesome 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 that seems a beast but secretly dreams of beauty secretly, secretly... [crying] The Phantom: Oh, Christine. [Christine hands him the mask] The Phantom: Come. We must return. Those two fools who run my theater will be missing you.