Why have you brought me here? We can't go back there. We must return. They'll kill you. His eyes will find us there. I still don't see that. Those eyes that burn. Don't even think it. He has to kill a thousand men. Forget this waking nightmare. The phantom of the opera will kill and kill again. This phantom is unfathomable. Believe me, there is no phantom of the opera. My God, who is this man who haunts to kill? This mask of death. I can't escape from him. Who haunts is this voice you hear? I never will. With every breath. And in this hammering. Where night is blind. The phantom of the opera is here. Inside your mind. There is no phantom of the opera. 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. But his voice filled my spirit with a strange, sweet sound. In that night, there was music in my mind. And from music, my soul began to soar. And I heard as I'd never before. What he heard was a dream and nothing more. Yet in his eyes, all the sadness of the world. Those bleeding eyes that both threaten and adore. Christine. Christine. Christine.