(Cut to the telegraph station thing by the tracks.)

Glyde: Dude! Signal Man! Hellooo!

Signal Man: Yo.

Glyde: Where's the train?

Signal Man: It'll be here in a few minutes. Be careful. The dead are going to lie on the tracks. It's a year to the day when Walter first came here. (Leaves.)

Glyde: Freak…

Laura: (as Anne.) GLYDE! YOU'RE AN IDIOT!

Glyde: You're dead. We put you in Laura's grave.

Laura: I'M GONNA HAUNT YOU FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE BECAUSE I KNOW WHAT YOU DID TO ME AND IT WILL HAUNT YOU!

Glyde: That doesn't sound like fun… Oh well. I guess I'll just explain what happened for the audience's sake, because they've been dying to know for the whole play and it's the only reason they haven't left due to Marian's face.

Marian: I RESENT THAT! I also happen to be a horrible singer.

Walter: SHUT UP! WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP!

Marian: I love you Walter-Walter-kins.

Walter: Just shut up.

Glyde: O…k….and now. You were a pretty one. You said you were pregnant and that it was mine. But you were probably lying. So I drowned the kid in the lake. It was fun. Ha ha. Your secret's stupid. And no one is ever going to cry for you, because you were crazy and you made a mistake with not telling anyone the secret and then you died. Hahahahahaha….

Laura: I will cry for Anne. By the way, I'm Laura now. And you are such a freaky sociopath…

Glyde: No duh. Now I kill you. (picks up hatchet.)

Walter: NOOOOOOOOOOOO! I LUVB MY LAURA-POOKIE-PIE!

(big fight scene. Glyde gets run over by the train. No one is quite sure how, but he is.)

Signal Man: HA! I WAS RIGHT! He's dead, and he's lying on the tracks! I'm not crazy…I'm not…

Laura and Walter: Now we live happily ever after.

Marian: I'm alone. No one loves me.

Laura: Marian, for being such a good friend to Walter and me, you can live with us and see us live happily ever after and have a family etc.

Walter: True. But you're a good friend. And friends are always good to have around. But please wear this paper bag over your face. It will save the eyes of mine and Laura's future children.

Marian: Don't make me kill you.