'Come,' I said to Raoul and Christin. 'We must run up these stairs. Behind us, we heard the sound of the water. And we heard the sound of a violin. It was a sad and beautiful sound. I had heard that sound ten years before. I had heard it on a sandy beach in Brittany. Christine had heard the sound too. At the top of the stairs, we stopped for a moment. I looked back. The strange, unhappy man was playing his violin. The water was still coming into the room. It had come up to Erik's arms. He looked up at me and I saw his terrible face again.