Mr. Boddy/Wadsworth had just awoken with an abrupt feeling of emptiness though this did not come from the large hole he had in his side from where Mr. Green had shot him, in the hall, with the revolver. this was something much deeper than that feeling he had when shot. That feeling passed right through him. He decided to just walk around a bit to shake, rattle, and roll all the feels off. He couldn't quite guess what was bothering him so much. Seconds passed...and continued to pass...
Then suddenly it hit him...as though it fell off of a door frame and hit him on the head. The revolver. He dashed down the stairs, intending to reach the lounge where that very revolver was that he now knew for sure he adored. He pony pranced across the hall, ran into the lounge and saw the revolver...but that revolver was being held by someone. The Singing Telegram girl...BANG! This time, for real, Mr. Boddy was a dead Boddy.