There he sat, the body of Lucy in his arms. He looked down upon her. "Don't I know you mister?", that's what she said.

He bowed his head. How could he do this? It felt so ... wrong. He had accepted that she was dead. That he wanted vengeance ... wanted salvation. Had he even begun to feel for Lovett? He wasn't sure, but now that he knew that she had been alive, it all changed. She had been alive, and he had killed her ... and now he had no lust for life any more. Whereas before he was happy to exact out his revenge and then go on living, now he just didn't know what to do. Everything had changed so quickly. His entire perception of the situation was knocked out of shape.

He had all these thoughts in his head ,but just one image ... Lucy's empty expression. Her severed throat. He looked deep into her eyes, and mourned ...

There was a Barber and his wife

And she was beautiful

A Foolish Barber and his wife

She was his reason and his life

And she was beautiful ...

And she was virtuous

And he was naive.

There was a woman, too, who thought

That he was beautiful

A crafty teller of dire lies

Who spun a tale when Lucy dies

So he should fall

So lost

So mad

So fraught

And oh so beautiful!

Todd looked up at the bake house, with thoughts of sorrow and guilt spinning through his head

Though that was many years ago

These memories ... do not easy go

He closed his eyes. Somewhere in his mind, he knew this must be a nightmare. But as he opened his eyes many times, he realised ... this was the truth. Lucy WAS dead, but by his hands. He had killed her, the one who he had spent all those long years waiting to come back to. The one who he had spilled so much blood to avenge. His hand came to his own throat. If he wanted vengeance on the one who had killed Lucy, then surely ... he had to go.

He heard a metallic scrape behind him. It must be his razor. Toby must have been hiding all this time. He could turn and stop him but ... why? He didn't want to stop him. He didn't deserve to live. He raised his chin, exposing his throat for what lay ahead

Now then my friends

Now to your purpose

Patience, enjoy it

The final throats ready for...

It happened. With one quick cut, the blood flowed, and his life started to drain

With his last ounce of energy, he lowered his head, to get one final glimpse of his beloved. His Lucy

There was a barber and his wife

And she was beautiful

A dying barber and his wife

For her he faced such untold strife

And such he fell

With her

So soft

So cold

And oh so beautiful!

And that was the end!