A/N: THIS CHAPTER IS SHORTER THAN I HAD PLANNED BUT NEVERMIND. ONLY THE EPOLOGUE TO GO.
30 minutes later…
Octavius could hardly believe what had just happened. He had really thought that Jedd was going to make it, that the cowboy would soon be up and about again, acting as if the whole fiasco with the tablet attached to him had never happened. He had been wrong. Jedd hadn't made it. The tablet had sucked the life out of him as he had rested against Octavius, waiting for Larry to return with Akhmenrah's translation. Jedediah was now nothing more than wax and never would be anything more ever again. As Octavius stared at the still wax figure of the man he loved he wept bitter tears that stung his face. Jedd was gone. He would never move again. Octavius was so caught up in his sorrow he didn't notice the sitting room roof disappear from above him. Nor did he notice as Larry peered into the room, searching for them.
"Oh my God," Larry whispered upon seeing Jedd's wax body "Jedd?" Octavius looked up at him, still crying.
"He's dead. There was nothing I could do. The tablet just disappeared into his stomach and he stopped moving and- and he turned back into wax!" Larry swallowed.
"Dead? I didn't think that you could. Oh my God!" He picked the wax figure that was Jedd up carefully. "I'm so sorry Jedd. So sorry… "