It had been a half hour since Magenta and her brother Riff-Raff took control of the castle killing three people in the process. They were on course for the planet Transsexual in the galaxy of Transylvania. The problem was, only two people were supposed to be killed that night, one of the dead was supposed to be set free. That person was Columbia.
Magenta stood in the very room everything had happened in alone. Riff-Raff was busy contacting the planet's higher up's to tell them of their situation. She had decided to take this moment to say her final goodbyes to her dead lover. Holding back tears Magenta kneeled down next to Columbia's body and grabbed her hand.
"Columbia, I'm so sorry," she says, choking back tears, "It wasn't supposed to be this way. You were supposed to live. You were supposed to be free."
Magenta couldn't hold back anymore. Tears rushed down the woman's pale face. All she could think about was the lack of control her brother showed. He knew how close she was to Columbia, they had even agreed that Columbia was to walk free with the others that night. She was so pissed at him. She knew these feeling would not bring her back. She knew there was no point to this, but she just couldn't help it. She had never loved anyone the way she loved Columbia, not even her brother. She sat there, one hand holding Columbia's, the other caressing the dead woman's cheek.
"I'm so sorry…"
Little did she know that the woman's spirit had not left her. Columbia heard every word the woman said. Columbia wished so desperately to be able to comfort her. She wished to be able to embrace her and let her know everything was alright just as they had always done for each other in the past. Columbia knew Magenta could not see her, feel her, and she probably couldn't hear her. This did not stop her from going up behind Magenta and hugging her the way she always did.
"It wasn't your fault, Magenta. I forgive you," Columbia whispered in the same comforting way she did when she was alive, "Magenta, I love you…"
Magenta continued to sob, mourning the loss of her love. Although, she could have sworn she heard the strangest thing. She dismissed it thinking it was just her imagination trying to cope with the tremendous loss. It sounded so real, so close, and it made Magenta begin to cry even harder. Alone in the dimly lit room, Magenta swore she could hear Columbia's voice.