Past the point of no return, no backward glances, eye games of make-believe are at an end. Past all thought of if or when, no use resisting, abandon thought and let the dream descend. What raging fire shall flood the soul? What rich desire unlocks its door? What sweet seduction lies before us? Past the point of no return, the final threshold, what warm unspoken secrets will we learn beyond the point of no return? You have brought me to that moment where words run dry, to that moment where speech disappears into silence, silence. I have come here and we know the reason why. In my mind I've already imagined our bodies entwining, defenseless and silent, and now I am here with you, no second thoughts, I've decided, decided. Past the point of no return, no going back now, our fashion play has now at last begun. Past all thought of right or wrong, one final question, how long should we to wait before we are one? When will the blood begin to race, the sleeping bird burst into bloom? When will the flames at last consume us? Past the point of no return, the final threshold, past the point of no return, we've passed the point of no return. Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime. Leave me, save me from my solitude. Say you want me with you here beside you. Anywhere you go, let me go too. Christine, that's all I ask of you. Monsieur, come. Give me this, monsieur. Get water, monsieur. Sand, monsieur. Come. Monsieur, come back. Come. When I say, monsieur. Monsieur, come with me. I know where they are. Can I trust you? You must. But remember, keep your hands at the level of your eyes. Why? The Punjab lasso, monsieur. That bouquet, that piaget. Like this, monsieur. Look, I'll go with you. No, Maggie, no. You stay here. Come with me, monsieur. Do as I say, but hurry, or we shall be too late.