Raoul watched Christine sing fantastically. How did she do it? He got up and the end of the performance to go and find her.
Christine new that she sang wonderfully. But was it enough to please The Angel of Music? She knew he was really the Opera Ghost, but it did not matter to her. She turned as she heard her door knock. "Com in." she answered. Who was interrupting her time with the Phantom? Raoul walked in with a smile on his face. Christine smiled back fakely, but convincingly. He chattered on about their childhood, which didn't appeal to Christine that much. She just wanted him to leave so that she could go to her Phantom.
He finally finished by saying, "Well, I shall be back soon, so that we may go to supper." Christine jerked up. "I have already eaten, thank you though." Raoul stopped. "Already eaten? Nonsense, I'll be back in a minute." "No Raoul…no." But he had already left.
Christine shrugged him away. Her Phantom would come now that he had departed. He wouldn't let her hear him coming back for her. She took a deep breath. He was near; she could tell by the way the air blew onto her face. Then his voice boomed, "Insolent Boy. We shall leave him behind. Come, child." Christine turned around. His voice hung in the air. But where was she to go? She had never seen Phantom before, only heard him. "Look in your mirror." The voice called. Christine turned her face towards the mirror. There was nothing there. But then, yes, something was there. It was fading into view. It was the Phantom! She walked towards him feeling giddy with excitement. This would be a lesson she wouldn't soon forget.
The mirror seemed to open up; she walked right through it without knowing. She stopped on the other side to stare up into the masked man's face. His eyes were yellow, but not deadening as so many people described them. They were quite calm, and seemed friendly. He jerked his head back towards the direction of her room. Christine listened. It was Raoul, trying to get in. She turned back to Phantom without a care of Raoul anymore. Phantom looked back down at her. Then he took her hand and began leading her through the dark passage on which she had entered.
Raoul banged on the door. "Christine!" he shouted. No answer. "Christine!" He started talking to himself in jumbles. Where could she be? She had been in her room just moments ago. Was it possible she was trying to escape him? But why, if so.
He dragged himself away from her room. He decided to go home, and get some sleep. Maybe that was what he needed.
Christine followed Phantom through the passages willingly. It all amazed her. She had never known that there were passages under the Opera House. She knew there were cellars, but these passages were far more complex. The Phantom glanced back every so often to make sure she was okay. Of course she was! The night excited her. The Phantom excited her! They came upon a lake. Christine looked out over the water. It was glossy, and seemed unforgiving. The Phantom lifted her into his boat. Then he got in and began rowing them across the lake. Christine felt no fear. She should be terribly shy of all the passages, and especially the lake. But with Phantom close by she was not. She knew that he knew the Opera House well. He was everywhere, and nowhere, sometimes at the same time.
The other side of the lake came into view. There was a house. A small house, yet a large house. The Phantom stopped the boat when they approached. He got out and helped Christine out as well. He led her into the house. It was very large and cozy inside, despite the size from outside. Christine looked at everything. Many times she would glance down and see little items scattered around. On tables there were models of her. Everything overwhelmed her. She couldn't breathe. She fell down to her knees. The scattered items seemed to be moaning at her. Her head started to spin. Then she fainted. The Phantom picked her up, sorry that she had fainted. He quietly laid her on his swan bed. He looked at her a long time. She seemed alright. He finally left her to sleep. He disappeared into a room where he began to play something on his organ.