Christine tried to run after her child, just to fall back into Erik's arms. He pressed his hand against her stomach in a vain attempt to stop the bleeding. "Once upon another time, our story had only begun," the Phantom slowly whispered. "I had a taste of joy. The most I ever knew. Now there isn't any time and somehow our story is done. And what about the boy? What am I to do?"
Christine blinked, blinded by a bright light, before she tried to muster up the best advice she had. "Just love, just live, just give what you can give, and take the love that you deserve."
The two lovers repeated in unison: "Just love. Just live."
"I'll give all that I have," Erik promised. "And take what little I deserve."
Christine began to see two figures form in front of her and the Phantom: her beloved father and a woman she never got a chance to know: her mother, Amelie. But a few more figures began to form: some familiar, some strange. "Come closer, I beg you," Christine whispered. "Closer still."
She caressed Erik's mask adoringly. "Remember, love never dies... kiss me one last time."
The last thing Christine heard before she drifted off was a mechanical whirring sound that seemed almost... otherworldly.