“Erik! Erik! That is water enough for the gunpowder! Turn off the tap! Turn off the scorpion!”

But Erik did not reply. We heard nothing but the water rising: it was halfway to our waists!

“Christine!” cried M. de Chagny. “Christine! The water is up to our knees!”

But Christine did not reply.⁠ ⁠… We heard nothing but the water rising.

No one, no one in the next room, no one to turn the tap, no one to turn the scorpion!

We were all alone, in the dark, with the dark water that seized us and clasped us and froze us!

“Erik! Erik!”

“Christine! Christine!”