Lily Bell walked around the broken scene of Hell on Wheels. Most of the businesses had turned, to some point, into ash and fallen pieces of burnt wood. Her eyes glanced upon Thomas and his wife, both of which were cuddled against the barely standing walls of one of the former buildings. Neither of them seemed to notice her as she began to walk to her train cart. She had seen Elam and Eva, who were holding on tight to the other. She figured that Cullen could not be far behind them on the return from defending the bridge. How she longed for his arms and gentle embraces. She continued to walk towards her train cart, ready to relax until he would come for her.

Walking in, Lily had no thoughts for anything, not even the previous night's events that threatened to haunt her. No, her only thoughts were for Cullen, who she hoped would be back any minute. As she walked a few steps further, she began to think to herself that perhaps it would be better if she walked back into the center of town to wait for him. Her mind debated the thought, before deciding that she did not want to return to the ruins of town, as she began to light a candle. It was then that the world returned to her, as the dim light the sun was allowing came to a close as the open door of her train cart was shut. Almost immediately, her hand placed itself on her weapon as she turned around to see the Swede, getting up and walking towards her. She knew why he was here.

The next few moments were but a blur to her. Her gun was out of bullets, had she known this, she would have reached for something else to defend herself. As he threw her to the ground, she tried to gain control of herself. She would not go down to any man, not when she was this close to taking over the railroad from the Durants. His hands reached her throat, and all she could do was beg for her life. "I was kind to you," she whispered out, in a last desperate attempt. No one had heard her screams, and she could not overpower this man.

"Yes, you was," he replied, his hands positioning themselves for the kill. There was a firm satisfaction in his eyes as he enjoyed the last few moments of Lilly Bell's life. In her death, he would overcome Bohannon. In her death, he would finally be prepared to die himself, simply because he had nothing else he had to win. He had brought destruction to the railroad. Now, it was Bohannon's turn.

"Cullen will kill you," Lily whispered, her breaths already becoming shorter with her neck in his hold. She struggled, trying to overpower him one last time.

"Yes," he replied, with even more twisted satisfaction in his voice, "but this is all for him." His hands began to apply more pressure as he heard the young woman choke.

Her feet slammed against the ground as her body struggled, desperate to receive the air her lungs so desperately need. Her fight was unless as she felt the weight of his body crushing down on her abdominals. Images soared across her mind as she felt the effects of the lack of oxygen barreling down on her body. Robert. Cullen. The railroad. Even Thomas and his betrayal shadowed across her mind. Her eyes began to roll back into her head. This was truly the end. After avoiding death at the hands of Elam and the many different nations of Indians, this would be her end. Killed by a man whose life she had saved just a few short weeks prior. Her world began to go black, her final thoughts of Cullen and how he would take to losing her, when he had already lost his wife.

The sound of boots and a single gunshot filled the air as Lily's eyes shut cold.