Anya softly cries into Artie's chest as he holds her.
Guards come and take both dead bodies away.
Lillian comes over and places a hand on Artie's shoulder.
He looks up at her.
"Should we call it a night?"
"No," Anya whispers as she looks up.
Quiet tears fall down her cheeks.
"It's our wedding ball. We'll continue. It's what Joanne would have want. I have Artie, the real Artie back and I want to celebrate my wedding ball with him."
She looks at him and Artie smiles.
"We'll continue."
"On it, boss!" Puss yells as he runs onto the stage.
"Hey!" He yells everyone looks towards the stage.
"Aren't we supposed to be having a fiesta?" Puss yells as he signals the band.
They start to play Viva la Vida loca.
Artie and Anya stand up.
Everyone is dancing and laughing, already forgetting the ordeal that happened.
Lillian moves away as Puss sings.
Anya looks down to see Artie's wrists.
She gasps.
"Artie! You're wrists!"
She gingerly touches them.
There are rope burns, bruises, and cuts.
Artie shrugs and pulls his wrists away.
"I'll worry about them later." He whispers.
"No, you'll get an infection. Come on," She starts to pull him. "We'll go to the infirmary and...Ah!"
Artie yanks her back and holds her tight against him.
"I'll go after the ball. They'll go away but you..."
He kisses her forehead, her eyelids, her nose, her cheeks before kissing her lips.
When he pulls away, he smiles at her.
"I promise I'll go to the infirmary but right now, I want to hold you in my arms. I almost lost you today. I don't want it to happen again."
She smiles up at him and cups his face.
"I love you, Arthur Pendragon. Nothing will break my love for you." She whispers.
His hands holds her hands that are cupping his face.
"I'll always save you, no matter what."
They lean and kiss each other sweetly, tenderly as they hug each other.