After ten long years, the Phantom- or Mr. Y, as he’s known around his Coney Island sideshow- finally heard your voice again.

You had been his angel of music, many years ago. Until the accident at the Opera House that split you apart. He only ever saw you one last time, a night before your wedding night, but after that, he never saw or heard from you again.

But now, you had answered a letter from a mysterious Mr. Y to come to Coney Island and make your American debut. You were back with your god awful, stinking drunk, abusive, gambling husband Raoul, and your angel of a son Gustave.

The Phantom watched you send your son off to bed from the balcony of your temporary penthouse. How he got there is even beyond him, but it doesn’t matter. Because there you are.

And when you are alone, he opens the glass doors into your living space and steps inside.

You turn, see him, and faint. Right into his arms.

He very gently scoops you up and carries you over to a love seat, where he sets you down and watches your face with love, awe, and helpless anticipation.

The moment he reaches out to tuck your hair behind your ear, you wake up, and jerk away from his hand in shock. He just watches, his familiar eyes shining with delight behind his mask. You’re here. You’re awake. And you know he’s here too.