Note: The epilogue is upon us! Whoo!
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Epilogue: Schlusswort (Epilogue)
"Was that a true story, Jack?" Asked Sally, sitting next to Jack on the couch.
"As real as my skull, my love." He replied, staring off into the distance.
"Did you ever get the name of the man who took you in?"
"Oh, if you listened to the clues, you could figure it out." A knock on the door alerted Jack to reality. He got up and answered the door.
"Mayor! What are you doing here at this late hour?"
"It's only five-thirty, Jack. And I'm here about the Halloween plans."
"Really? Only five-thirty? I could have sworn it was later..."
"No... So anyway, black bows on the black cats? Or...orange...?" The mayor snapped his mouth shut, realizing mentioning orange bows was a stupid mistake after the death of Jack's daughter Annabelle. Annabelle's favorite outfit consisted of a purple dress with a large orange bow in the back. Jack and Sally got far-away, sad looks on their faces.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have--"
"No... no, it's alright. Black bows, if you please..."
"Okay..." The mayor placed his hand on Jack's forearm, the only place on him he could comfortably reach.
"We'll talk later, Mayor."
"Alright." The mayor walked away, then turned to face Jack.
"Remember, Jack. Keep your faith. Things will turn out okay."
"Yes. Thank you, Mayor."
"You too, Sally. Keep your chin up. Halloween is only a few months away."
"Yes, sir." Sally replied. The mayor left, closing the door behind him.
"Thank you... Mr. Heideman."
Sie fragten, wie ich starb, und Sie Ihr Märchen bekamen
Jetzt sehen Sie, warum ich mich weigere zu versagen
Warum ich Sachen mache, die manchmal völlig richtig nicht scheinen
Oder lassen Sie Dinge schlechter scheinen als kann geheilt werden, leicht sein
Dieses Märchen war wahr, und als mein Schädel echt
Mein Leben im Nazi Deutschland war Leere und Null
Dieses Märchen ist abgeschlossen, und wie Sie sehen können
Mein Leben hier, und jetzt, ist Sie gerade und ich.
Lassen Sie uns für immer zusammen leben.
You asked how I died, and you got your tale
Now you see why I refuse to fail
Why I do things that sometimes do not seem quite right
Or make things seem worse than can be healed be light
This tale was true, and real as my skull
My life in Nazi Germany was void and null
This tale is complete and as you can see
My life here, and now, is just you and me.
Let us live forever, together.
End of Story
