I remember there was mist, swirling mist upon a vast grassy lake, there were candles all around, and on the lake there was a boat, and in the boat there was a man. Oh, why's that shape in the shadows? Whose is that face in the mask? No! Damn you! You little prime Pandora! You little demon, is this what you wanted to see? Curse you! You little lying Delilah! You little fighter! Now you cannot ever be free! Damn you! Curse you! Stranger than you trimmed it, can you even dare to look or dare to think of me? This loathsome gargoyle, who burns in hell, but secretly yearns for heaven, secretly, secretly. What 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, no. Come, we must return. Those two fools who run my theatre will be missing you.