Off in the distance, the embers are still glowing. Those with torches and pitchforks have retreated to the alleys, for now, but maintain a watchful eye over the former Emperor's lair. Only the chimney stands and all watch for white smoke to appear, signalling an end to the firefight.
Rats and cockroaches still scurry about the remains of the E Street Theater. Their fate now rests with the Snow Princess and the demolition team ready to build anew on the ashes of the last four years. Those who have have been previously Shanked fear no more. A new spring is not more than a name away.
The view from the mountain is cold and snowy. Not the place to be without clothes.
An eerie silhouette appears in front of the full moon. The receding apparition of a straw broom and knobby figure beneath a hat full of sky brings applause and shouts of glee. A new dawn is breaking on the horizon.
Our job is almost done here.