"Christine," sobbed a man in a mask. "Christine…"

Christine sharply sat up. That voice. It was strange, and foreboding. And yet, young Christine felt as though she knew that voice and she wanted to trust it.

Christine quietly got out of bed and went to her mother's room down the hall. "Mom?" Christine called into the room.

Slowly, Christine saw her mother's form turn to face her. " Yes, Christine?"

Christine hesitated a moment and then said, " I was sleeping and in a dream, I saw this man. A man with a mask. And he was calling my name."

Christine's mother turned on her nightstand light.

She watched as her mother thought a moment and then watched her as she climbed out of bed. Christine's mother motioned for Christine to follow her down stairs.

Fifteen mintues later, they had a cup of tea in front of them and Christine's mother asked her why Christine felt the need to tell her about this dream.

Christine pondered the thought a moment and then replied slowly, " It frightens me. But I don't know why…"

Her mother nodded and got up and went into the other room. She returned with that peculiar monkey that had been sitting on her mother's shelf for years. It was dressed in Persian robes and had two cymbals. Christine's mother wound it up and place it on the table, next to her cup of tea.

The monkey played a tune. Christine's ears perked up. That tune was in the dream to, in the background. She quickly told her mother.

" Oh really?" Christine nodded.

" Do you know where I got this monkey?"

Christine shook her head no. " I got it from your great-grandfather, Raoul. He bid on it in a auction when they cleared out the old opera house. You do know the myths of the opera house and the phantom, don't you?"

Christine nodded her head fervently. Everyone knew the myths about the opera house. The myths of her great-grandmother, Christine Daae and the Phantom of the Opera.

" It sounds like what your great-grandmother experinced when the Phantom visited her."

Christine's eyes grew large and her 16 year old body shook. " You don't think that the Phantom…"

Her mother shook her head and smiled. " I just think that you are letting the myths get to your head. Sleep soundly. Nothing will happen because of you're dreams."

Christine slowly got up and put her now empty cup in the dishwasher away. She bid her mother good-night and went upstairs to go back to sleep.

As she slipped into sleep, a voice could be heard singing, "Past the point of no return. No backward glances…"