Quasimodo is lying at the steps of Notre Dame His body is broken. Bones splintered. Blood coming out of his nose, ears, eyes, everything. He’s clinging onto life but he finds the power to scream his true love’s name. “Esmeralda!” he shouts. “Esmeralda!!” Hearing his calls she comes running from the very top of Notre Dame cathedral to the spot Quasimodo is lying in. “Oh my gosh, my darling, How can I help you?!” Quasimodo takes a breath, and manages to bring his lips to her ears. “This is not what I had in mind when I asked you to toss me off.”