EPILOGUE

Four Years Later

"Beautiful," Dandy sighed as he looked out the window. "Just beautiful."

He had Mott Industries build their own headquarters, a seven-story building that stood out in the quaint town of Jupiter, in his second year of singlehandedly running the company. With the company going global in frozen food, he wondered why he still went to a two-story building when he could easily tower over others like the god he was meant to be.

And funny, he never really had to do anything except show up. His mother thought it was in his best interests to go to business school, but after he put her and many others in their place and he finally became CEO of the company did he realize that he was merely a face in the company, a god who did nothing yet still earned the praise of his employees. Finally, Dandy thought the moment he was given his birthright. A job I could get used to.

The seventh floor was his alone, giving him a panoramic view. And in a town as small as Jupiter, he could see practically the entire north side of Jupiter and the borderline of the next town. What was also breathtaking was how he had a perfect bird's eye view of the sunrises and sunsets, and more often than not came early and stayed late just to watch it from his office. It reminded him of…well, earlier days before he became one of the most powerful business magnates in southern US.

But today, Dandy was staring at the outskirts, where the Freakshow—or at least, what remained of it—stood like an unwanted remnant. Through his binoculars, Dandy watched as the freaks took down another poster. He couldn't see it, but he was sure it was the three-breasted woman, another friend of the lobster boy. He took a mental note, ticking off another one of that freak's friends, and smiled. He now owned Jupiter, and could easily have crushed the freaks or sent them scurrying away, but he liked the thrill of the chase—or rather, the thrill of the wait. Only a few freaks left, all of them the closest to Jimmy Darling, and Dandy himself knew it was only a matter of time before he would grant them the mercy of a dignified death.

"Gorgeous," Detective Colquitt said dryly. "Is there anything else, boss?"

"None," Dandy shrugged. "Are you sure we're clean?"

"No one would ever trace that head back to anyone but the freaks." Detective Colquitt assured him. "However…"

Dandy turned to look at him sharply. "What?"

"Well…" He had seen Dandy Mott's temper tantrums, and it had not been easy to placate him…or make it out of the room alive. "At this rate, people will start to suspect why bad things keep happening to the freak show, sir. They could ask questions."

Dandy scoffed and brushed it off. "Yes, like "why do we still allow these freaks to live if they keep terrorizing our town?"" He grinned at the detective. "That would be so much fun."

"Right," He replied curtly, nodding and waiting for Dandy's approval for him to leave. "When do you need me to help get rid of another one?"

"Patience, Detective." Dandy smirked. He waved a lazy hand at him before heading back to his own table. As soon as Detective Colquitt left, Dandy opened a locked drawer, pulling out the only picture he and Wednesday had together: a polaroid image of the two of them in the bus. Dandy remembered how alive Wednesday was and how they always thought they would have enough time later for better pictures. Looking at it brought back so many memories of his carefree days.

"Don't worry," He smiled and said to himself, though he stared at Wednesday's vibrant eyes. "I like what I'm doing."