Disclaimer: I don't own The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Though I am currently watching the DVD of it (which I do own) on my computer! For the fifth time since yesterday evening... bloody hell.

A/N: We are at the END!

...ye gods, that sounds dreadful. I meant that the story is almost finished, not that the world is about to end. The latter would be quite inconvenient for many beings. Especially the mice. How they hate it when computer programs end too early!

We all sat down in the library. I made sure to sit down between my husband and the arm of the couch.

"Ve vanted to offer you a deal. It vould not be very good if you und Columbia are too near each ozzer."

"Oh?" Riffraff asked.

"We've found a way for you guys to move across the ocean to a country called England. You'll actually be living in the capital city- a place called London," Eddie explained.

I handed Magenta the folder we'd compiled. "Here's some of the stuff you'll need. Passports and stuff."

"Thank you… darling," she whispered, give me a rather suggestive look.

Eddie cleared his throat. "Moving on, please."

"Please do… stop," Riffraff whispered, wrapping his arm around his darling sister's waist.

An incredibly awkward silence ensued. Finally, Magenta spoke.

"Would anyone like, er, a drink? We could open a bottle of some of that high quality stuff. What's it called again…?"

"Amontillado," Riffraff muttered.

Magenta smiled. "Right! Amontillado! Ha! I think there's a book about it…"

"Well," said Eddie, "There's a short story in which a man named Fortunato is tricked into believing that his 'dear friend' Montressor has an entire cask of the stuff. Of course, Montressor is really just trying to lure Fortunato into the catacombs beneath his house in order to bury him alive."

"Don't worry… I won't bury you alive," Magenta purred.

The voice she usually spoke in seemed to make both Eddie and Uncle Everett very uncomfortable. Not that she cared.

We all drank a bit of the Amontillado, got slightly tipsy, and Magenta sang a sickening drinking song which discussed how unpleasant buggering a hedgehog must be.

Just before we (Eddie, Uncle Everett, and I) left, I hugged Magenta.

"Don't worry. I'll write to you every week," I whispered in her ear. "We can be pen pals!"

Looking rather confused, she moved away from me. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Eddie scowling.

"Pen pals?" Magenta asked, after staring blankly at me for a while.

I giggled. "It's when people- friends- send letters to each other all the time. It'll be some much fun!"

And it was. We exchanged news at least once a week, once she'd gone.

I only got slight glimpses of her life. From what I could tell she was becoming an actress in some of the non-professional theaters. I never actually found out at which theaters she played, though. Probably for the best, it kept me from running off.

Epilogue:

And so, the Scott family lived happily ever after. Well, as happily as one can live in a town full of conservatives.

Mr. Edward D. Scott became a well-respected stockbroker. He earned the proper amount of money for his family. Also, he went golfing with his friends Mr. Majors and Mr. Hapschatt nearly every weekend.

Mrs. Scott never truly became a 'normal'. For one thing, she kept dyeing her hair. It always seemed to be a slightly different shade of burgundy. It never was bright pink, however. She knew that she was too old for that. As the years went by she continued her hobby of tap dancing and even became a dance-teacher for quite a few years.

What of the baby, you ask? What happened to baby Rosaline?

The baby Rosaline grew up to be a girl named Rosaline.

Who grew up to be a teenager named Rosaline.

And she wanted to date Terry Hapschatt.

And get stoned.

Not that she actually achieved either of those goals…

Of course, the world wasn't perfect.

Mr. and Mrs. Scott never forgot the Transylvanians. As a tribute to her close friend (who she hadn't seen face-to-face in ages), Mrs. Scott saw all the Monty Python movies. Including one entitled The Meaning of Life.

Mrs. Scott was the only audience member who didn't vomit at some point whilst at the showing of that movie. Though she almost fainted when she saw the scene involving a schoolteacher and his wife teaching sex ed by screwing in front of the poor students.

And the wife looked far too familiar...

Mrs. Scott was quite shocked to see her friend in a movie. Especially a movie starting actors which Magenta had always been a fan of!

When Mrs. Scott later inquired about this in a letter, her dear friend admitted that she'd found fame and fortuen under the new name 'Mina Quinn'.

All in all, everything was perfectly wonderful for 15 years.

Here's a list of things I referenced in this chapter:

- The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy

- Sir Terry Pratchett's Discworld books

- Monty Python's Life of Brian

Can you, dearest reader, spot those references?

A/N: In a sequel I (might) write, the character Mina Quinn will be a semi-famous actress. She'll replace other actors in in-universe versions of other movies. Since the might-not-happen sequel will involve a Star Trek:TNG fan, I'm debating whether or not to 'replace' Marina Sirtis with Mina Quinn. An actress who looks like a young version of Patricia Quinn is much more attractive than Marina Sirtis was in that. For one thing, Ms. Sirtis looks awful with a wildly curly hairstyle...

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