From inside the manor, John stands by the window, looking out onto Mary blissfully having a moment with Dick in the courtyard. He suddenly jumps at a reflection in the window, not realizing he was no longer alone in the barely furnished room. Catching his breath, John turns his full gaze to Alfred who slowly walks to join him by the window.

"Mr. Grayson, you have made a fine choice in acquiring this manor. These walls have a legacy of housing vibrant families, and I'm filled with joy knowing that that will continue."

"Thank you Alfred. I appreciate that." John bites his tongue, not wanting to ruin this moment with satiating his curiosity. However, John has never been successful with minding his own business. He walks over to a severely weathered grandfather clock that looks to have stopped working ages ago.

"Tell me Alfred, now that I've decided to house my family here, are there any secrets that these walls hold that I should be aware of?" John asks the question while studying the hands of the clock. Something about the newness of the hands grabs his attention. Alfred's heavy sigh goes unnoticed as John examines the timepiece.

"No more secrets than any other house you will find Mr. Grayson. Is there a particular thought you care to share?" Alfred turns away from watching Mary and her son through the window, breaking himself from a memory of playing catch with Bruce once upon a time.

"Okay Alfred, I need you to level with me. I hate rumors - or rather I hate not knowing if a rumor is true. Did Thomas die in this house?"

The question stops Alfred in his tracks. Of all the rumors he has heard over the years, the stories of Thomas' 'final days', the disappearance of Bruce Wayne, the murders, all come rushing to the forefront of his mind. Despite the onslaught of thoughts racing through his mind, Alfred keeps his resolute face as John stares at him, in anticipation of an answer.

"Master Wayne spent his final days in this home, alone and broken. However he ultimately passed in the care of his dear friend Dr. Thompkins within one of her clinics in the Narrows." Alfred lets in a deep breath as he moves to join John by the clock.

"You see, Thomas and his ambition - though admirable - caused him to lose everything. His family, his friends, and finally himself. After that Cobblepot party, Master Wayne just -". Alfred has difficulty finding the right set of words to finish his thought, but John had heard enough.

"Right, well. I'm sure that was a tough time for you. What's it been, four, five years since then?" John remains fixated on the clock, choosing to address Alfred through his reflection on the glass enclosure. Alfred returns the gaze for a moment before turning away to move.

"A lifetime ago Mister Grayson." The two men remain silent for a time, before Alfred chooses to offer more information to quell John's obvious curiousity.

"There is one other thing, a minor secret but one you may find amusing. Thomas was very untrusting of banks despite the business he conducted with them. He would keep large sums of money hidden away in this very room. Would you?" Alfred motions to the clock which John giddily opens up.

"Bruce was born at 10:48p, so Thomas has this clock set up to -" Without hesitation, John set the hands of the clock to 10:48 which causes a series of clicking noises to sing out through the wall. The clock pivots slightly in place before sliding to the side to reveal a hidden safe in the wall. Though empty, Alfred notices the very existence of this secret brings a joy to John.

"So damn cool. I can really see Thomas having something like this in place!" John stares in wonder at this before pushing the clock back to its resting stance. From the foyer, Mary calls out to John to join her with Mr. Zucco. Both he and Alfred appear which prompts Zucco to quickly sequester Alfred into a private conversation.

"Listen Pennyworth, this deal is as good as done. You will be overseas living with your grandkids very very soon. But you need to go over the cemetery thingie with these folks. Let's not muck this up!" Zucco's hushed tone catches John's attention as he tries to listen to both them and his exuberant son.

Alfred walks towards the family, his hands clasped and appearing nervous for the first time during this entire process. Dick steps towards Alfred, holding a weirdly shaped piece of black metal he found in the courtyard. Although recognizable, Alfred just offers the boy a smile of ignorance as he clears his throat softly.

"Mr. Grayson, I feel we have come to the point of this walk-through to put ink to paper as they say. However, and we briefly discussed this before, I want to reiterate that the entire property is for sale with exception of the grounds of the Wayne cemetary in its entirety." Alfred pauses before continuing. "Do we have that understanding?"

John extends his hand toward Alfred with a smile, which is warmly greeted.

"Yes Alfred, we understand that the area is basically off limits and our counsel is drafting the proper surveys to ensure we all understand the extents of that area. So with that, where do I sign?"

"Splendid!" shouts Zucco, appearing between the two men almost instantly. "Mr. Grayson, you and the Misses can follow me into the study room to get these initial docs signed. Pennyworth, eyes on the boy for these lovely folks please."

As Zucco walks the Graysons away to put the manor into their name, Dick walks to Alfred, noticing his solemn look. The young boy takes Alfred's hand hoping hs could bring some cheer into the old man.

"If you want, I can ask my dad if you can stay with us. They may not admit it but they've got their hands full with me." The boys wide smile chokes up Alfred as he remembers the last time he saw Bruce smile within these walls. Not smile - the last time he saw the lost boy happy.

Alfred looks around the empty house, only momentarily entertaining the whims of this young boy. Despite all of the joyful memories he can recount, finally putting this manor behind him has been a stronger pull in recent times.

"Young Richard, Dick - it is really a tempting idea but I must say that my time minding these halls and the souls within them have come to an end. I wish you and your family all the best and you should know that you are always safe here. Now go be with your parents, this is life changing moment for you all."

With a tinge of sadness, Dick walks away to join his parents in the other room. A low burst of laughter mixed with celebratory words in Zucco's voice erupts that brings a soft smile to Alfred's face. He walks over to store a plate that Mary must have been using before stopping himself from the act. He delightfully steps away from the plate, leaving it where it rest.

As he walks towards the stairs to retreat to his room, for the last time, Alfred takes a moment to reflect to himself.

"Master Wayne, I hope this will finally bring your soul some rest."