Everywhere there are endings. In the past and future. But with every ending there must be a beginning. When Benjamin Barker died, someone rose in his place. Someone filled with despair. That despair drove him to kill. And he caused an ending he believed had already occurred. But in that ending, he found a new beginning. A beginning with a lady he had ignored. A lady that had lied to him. A lady that loved him. There was no use dwelling on the past. What's dead is dead. So he moved on. They didn't live in her dream, but they didn't live in his nightmare even. They lived on the thin red line. Sometimes losing their footing in their waltz, but always continuing, waltzing over the corpses of the vermin of London. Killing not for revenge, but for justice. The barber became the executioner, the baker the gravedigger, for those who did not deserve life. But still in the dark, their ghosts came to them, screaming their innocence. But the baker and barber carried on dancing, dancing to the screams of the damned. The baker had waited too long to take her eye of the prize she had finally won, and the barber... well, who knew, what kept him staring into her eyes. Maybe he saw in them the last hint of his sanity. Maybe he saw an enigma that must be solved before it was disposed. Or maybe he saw something more beautiful than a beggar woman. But they couldn't be happier. Because happy is what happens when your dreams come through.