Erik was playing his organ under the Opera house. He was skeletal, with no nose and yellow parchment-like skin. Everything was black-and-white and flickering.

Upstairs Christine Daaé (she was thirty) wandered in her Technicolor dressing-room. It was filled with marvelous flowers; she picked up one of them from the vanity. It was a rose, as pure red as her dress, with the black satin ribbon tied around it´s stem. Message was hanging from it.

"If I am a monster, it is because man´s depravity has made me so.

If I shall be redeemed, it will be because your love and purity redeem me.

Erik."

Christine looked to the large mirror in the wall. She saw the Devil´s child, tortured by children and youth; she saw the institution for criminally insane. Depravity, more and more human cruelty and depravity. She saw creation of a monster.

Christine pinched a rose to her neckline and opened the mirror. She walked the steps to downstairs, and with her came the colors in all of their brilliance.

Erik stopped playing. He saw Christine with her rose; she walked to him, the monster, and kissed his forehead.

FINIS