CHRISTINE
Raoul, I've been there -
to his world of
unending night . . .
To a world where
the daylight dissolves
into darkness . . .
darkness . . .
Raoul, I've seen him!
Can I ever
forget that sight?
Can I ever
escape from that face?
So distorted,
deformed, it
was hardly a face,
in that darkness . . .
darkness . . .
(trancelike, then becoming more and more ecstatic)
But his voice
filled my spirit
with a strange, sweet sound . . .
In that night
there was music
in my mind . . .
And through music
my soul began
to soar!
And I heard
as I'd never
heard before . . .
RAOUL
What you heard
was a dream
and nothing more . . .
CHRISTINE
Yet in his eyes
all the sadness
of the world . . .
Those pleading eyes,
that both threaten
and adore . . .
RAOUL (comforting)
Christine . . .
Christine . . .
PHANTOM (unseen, a ghostly echo of RAOUL's words)
Christine . . .
CHRISTINE
What was that?
(A moment, as their eyes meet. The mood chang