"Sally... Is that your name?" Deco asked.
She nodded, aware of Jack, who had moved into the shadows, watching them.
"It's lovely." he said; Deco's face brightening at her smile.
"I'm so sorry this happened, Sally. Are you all right?"
"I am now." She said, returning the needle and thread to her pocket.
"Good, because I was worried. I didn't mean to cause you any harm."
"You didn't. I'm used to stitching myself back up. It happens all the time."
"Well, if you don't mind, I'd like to make it up to you." Deco said.
"But you didn't do anything wrong!" Sally replied.
"Nonsense. I insist and I won't take no for an answer."
When he handed her a bouquet of wildflowers that seemingly came out of nowhere, she gasped in surprise.
"Something wrong?"
"Um... no. I've never seen anything so beautiful before. The colors... they're... bright and cheerful."
"Exactly! Not at all like these."
Before she could protest, he picked up a handful of weeds-the kind Jack always gave her-and tossed them aside.
"B-but-."
She turned, dismayed to find that Jack was no longer in his hiding place.
"There, now isn't that better?" Deco asked with a smile.
Hesitantly, she nodded.
He held out his hand. "Shall we go?"
She looked at him in confusion. "Go?"
"Well yes. I can't very well make it up to you from here." Deco said.
"But where..."
"To my world."
Reluctantly she took his hand (which felt strangely different from Jack's) and followed him out of the town called Halloween, where together they set off for a new world.
Jack emerged from his hiding place-a place where Sally would never suspect him to be-and sighed.
Sally was gone.
He bowed his head and sadly made his way back home, having lost his beautiful rag doll forever.