The song faded, and was replaced by the much duller dawn. The rising sun wasn't as bright, as much as what had just been there...

But that really wasn't any problem. As the last note disappeared into the air, that feeling of acceptance was still there -- only this time, they were accepting letting go, of being what they were meant to be, and continuing to perform their own beautiful variations on the first song. As they should be.

The thought sat in Ragdoll's head like a strange thing as he came back to himself, feeling a full mask on his face again suddenly. As he held William up, he looked himself over, intrigued by the fact that he was wearing something entirely different than he'd shown up wearing.

"I may have lost your Phantom costume, William," he said, helpfully. Better to speak than to not know what to say! "I do hope you won't be cross."