It was another week out since the original incident.

682 watched over the park from afar, sighing. Why must the pain still haunt him?

He looked down at his sister, and it melted away again. He loved her so much.

When he thought she was dead, it was like he would never see the light of day again. His heart was clouded by HATE and his vision was blurred. Holly helped, but the problem was is that she wasn't Rosie, which was who he truly needed.

He smiled at her, looking back over the park. He was finally soothed of the pain he felt.

And now, he could rest easy, knowing that they weren't getting out until Rosue was in her 20s and more secure against threats like that.

And that thought soothed him like no other.

Rosie got her revenge.

Her rose red revenge.

THE END.