When Christine came to, she found herself placed in the back of the swan with heavy black cloth all around. She pulled the handle to her right and looked around. She saw candles, and a piano and it all looked so spectacular. She got up and looked around being familiar with her surroundings but not knowing who put her there. She saw, at the piano, the shape of a man. She walked ever so slowly remembering every step she took before. She started to sing her sweet song, and approached the hunched figure slowly. She touched his back, taking in the sweet melody of the music being pumped with fury from the hands of the man with no face. She felt tension rising up from the man's music with every inch she placed her hand up his back. When she had reached his neck his music became that of a symphony from Hell. Her song had become quick and hateful. She clenched the man shoulder, and ripped his body 'round. The head had turned so quickly and to look into its eyes would disgust the bravest man on earth. It was the Phantom, or was it? No! It couldn't be! It was Raoul, with the look of death, shabby, so thin and frail, practically a skeleton, wearing the mask of the man known as Erik. She backed away, crying not knowing for what. Was it for herself? Or did she pity the beast she saw before her. She heard herself scream as the creature placed his arms around her and tried to kiss her neck, beaded with sweat.
"CHRISTINE!" Raoul shouted from her side.
She backed away, falling off her giant bed, the wool and silk blankets coming with her. Her eyes were filled with terror as she remembered her nightmare. She could see this thing coming toward her, smiling as she struggled to get away from the demented face.
"Christine, it's me Raoul!" He came toward her, slowly, not knowing how she would react. His eyes were filled with sorrow and terror. What a toll this whole Phantom issue had put upon her.
Christine looked into the eyes of the creature with the gaping smile, baring no teeth, dragging its left leg toward her, moving ever so slowly. She felt so helpless.
'Oh my gosh,' she thought, 'I'm trapped! I'm trapped!' She was caught in a corner with the creature still coming toward her. She kicked out her found as it tried to put its arms around her, laughing hysterically. She watched as its leg broke off as the creature had fallen to the ground, and screamed in terror.
Raoul came toward her, crying ever so loudly, wanting to hold his dear Christine, wanting to save her from whatever her tortures may be. He tried to put his arms around her and she lashed out with her foot. She had hit his shin and he had fallen backwards, his leg going out from under him. He fell to the ground and screamed in pain.
Christine looked around and watched Raoul sitting on their carpet, holding his shin. She looked around the room and wondered what. She had happened came closer to Raoul, and he backed away, not wanting to be touched at the moment.
"Raoul, darling it's me. What happened? What is wrong? Please tell me!" Christine bent down, and removed Raouls' hand from his shin. She looked at it and it was badly bruised.
"Raoul, what is the matter? Who did this to you?" She bent down to kiss his injury.
"You're mad! Christine, you are I tell you!" Raoul backed away.
"Raoul, what do you mean? You were a monster! You tried to rape me! What is going on?" Christine sat on the floor crying silently this time, not knowing what she was going to do, looking at Raoul, who just kept clutching his shin.
