in the end. He wanted a woman's love ...' He stopped, and Madame Giry asked quietly, 'And Christine Daae and Vicomte Raoul? What happened to them?' The Persian smiled. 'Ah yes! What happened to young Raoul and the beautiful Christine ...? Who knows?' Nobody in Paris ever saw Raoul and Christine again. Perhaps they took a train to the north, and lived a quiet, happy life together there. Perhaps Christine's wonderful voice is still singing, somewhere in the cold and beautiful mountains of Norway. Who knows?