That night, Dorothea was brought to her seat in the center of the theater. It had nearly been two years since she had seen a show of Philip's live. Sitting in her beautiful sparking dark gown, she looked around as thousands of people crowded in. Music playing loudly in the background, D'Amour finally came walking over. Handsome and fitting in a dark tux. Right away Dorothea smiled as he sat beside her.

She wanted to prove to him that Philip was not only an illusionist or a magician. He was really a truly amazing man. She knew he could of done so much more with his power. But risks were too high. It was her idea in the first place. But it really was true…too much money and fame could get somebody lost. But whenever she saw Philip perform, the same excitement came over her as it did as a child. He was his old self on stage. Before everything had happened.

D'Amour sat down beside her as she smiled.

"Hey…"

"I'm glad you could make it."

"Are you kidding, this is a big deal for me…gotta get the tux back by midnight though."

Dorothea giggled as the two of them began to talk.

From behind the curtain, Swann saw Dorothea. Right away his eyes went to D'Amour. Valentin spoke to him about Dorothea hiring him. Somehow the plan was all fitting into place. Ever since he read about Pimm's dead nearly a month ago…he knew what had to be done. D'Amour and him planned…even though they had no idea that it would even work. He wanted to show the others, D'Amour, and Dorothea that there was nothing going on. That after all was said and done there would be no reason for Dorothea to be harmed. The end was coming…he could feel it.

Watching Dorothea laugh and talk with D'Amour, his heart ached. He loved her so much…if only she knew this was all her for.

Crew people rushed around as he called for Valentine.

"Valentine!"

Rushing over, he looked at him.

"The man with Dorothea…is that him?"

Valentine nodded before Swann sighed. He knew there was no turning back now.

"Okay…"

Valentine tried to smile at him before stepping away. There one of the crew members listened for the cue before looking at Swann.

"Ready?"

Swann nodded.

"Ready…"

Closing his eyes, he slowly used his power to move up into the air. The crew people watched in amazement.

"How the fuck does he do that?

"Wires man."

"I don't see any wires."

"So what is it…magic?

The two crew members smirked before the lights lowered and the music began.

The show ran smoothly as usual. Like every night, for the past thirteen years it was all the same. The lights, the effects, the dangers. And him…holding the audience in the palm of his hand. It really wasn't magic…it was all an act.

The entire time, his eyes focused on Dorothea, Thinking over and over again that this was all for her.

Finally, the new illusion started.

Dorothea watched as Philip was on a moving table. Slowly it spun back and forth in a perfect circle. Above him were hanging swords. The swords slowly turned back and forth, nearly thirty feet above him.

"This is a new illusion…"

D'Amour nodded as the music and lights started.

Dorothea watched as the table began to move, everyone on the edge of their seats.

A part of her deep down inside felt so proud. This was her husband…and she knew it was real, He really was amazing…and her love for him still hung on.

Quickly as the music built he unlocked the first shackle that held down his arm. Seconds later as he moved out of the way, the first sword dropped.

Dorothea shut her eyes for a second. Some of his illusions always scared her. This one was the worst. A very funny unsettling feeling entered her as she watched. He then undid the shackle around his neck.

Seconds later the second sword dropped as he moved.

Then…

It happened.

Dorothea knew something was wrong. Either he wasn't moving quick enough, or the swords were working too quick. The third sword dropped and landed right in his arm. Some people gasped as Dorothea felt her heart begin to pound. She saw the look of pain and surprise on her husband's face.

The next sword dropped, far too quickly.

It landed in his leg.

She saw him struggle, trying to free himself as the table moved faster. Dorothea felt as though she was frozen and couldn't move from her seat. D'Amour raised an eyebrow before leaning in close.

"Have you seen this before?"

Dorothea's eyes went wide.

"No…"

Swann cried out as blood splashed up. The next sword went into his other leg. This time he screamed out. Dorothea saw people from the audience begin to scream and turn their heads. This wasn't part of the act…this was real.

"There's something wrong here…"

D'Amour sat up from his seat with Dorothea. Other people stood, gasping and yelling for somebody to help. Crew members in the background raced around trying to reach him.

"Dear God no, not him…"

She thought, watching as the swords stuck out of him.

The next sword into his shoulder, the table spun faster.

The next into his chest. Blood sprayed all over. He cried out, spinning around before almost in slow motion the last sword dropped. Dorothea nearly screamed as it fell on her husband's stomach. He screamed out and then fell limp.

People began throwing up, screaming and rushing to escape their seats. D'Amour held onto her as they pulled forward. The curtain began to lower as the directors and crew members rushed over. Mass panic began to spread.

Dorothea scrambled up on stage, pushing back people before freezing. There on the table laid Philip. Her husband, her love…

The swords stuck out of him, his eyes closed, and blood soaked all over him.

No…she was dreaming, she had to be.

Falling to her knees, she reached out towards him. Valentine was by her side, holding her back. Dorothea struggled. She had to get to him, he couldn't be dead…somebody had to help him.

Looking at his lifeless body, thoughts rushed back to her when she first saw him walk over to her. Nineteen years old and beautiful. Holding her and telling her that she was going to be okay.

No, he couldn't be dead.

"Philip NO!"

She cried as Valentine pulled her back.

"Come away, please Dorothea come away, it's no use."

Pulling her back, she screamed out for her husband.

Being brought into the back room, she sobbed against Valentine's chest. She wanted so badly to run back and shake him. Telling him that this joke wasn't funny and too stop scaring her. Valentine held her down as one of the doctors sedated her.

Being taken away in the limo, carried in Valentine 's arms, she was brought to the police station.

When she woke, D'Amour was there. The police tried to ask question…but she didn't say anything. She couldn't. They wouldn't understand. D'Amour meanwhile did all the talking.

Being brought away, she waited for Valentine to pick her up. She knew she would have to be sedated again, she couldn't think straight. Tears rushed down her face before D'Amour came over and told her he was sticking around…trying to figure out what happened.

Being brought home, Valentine gave her another pill before taking her to bed. Muttering that she wanted to sleep in Philip's bed, he took her to it. Laying there, she tossed and turned…calling out for her husband.

Images kept coming back over and over again of what happened. Soon, these became nightmares.