Walter's alone again. He's back near the park in the city, waiting to cross State. He puts the skateboard down and starts kind of messing around with it a little, moving around on it a little bit. Then he takes off on it pretty well, then he grinds the low garden curb - nicely done.

If I spoke about it - if I did - what would I tell you? I wonder. Would I tell you about the time? It happened a long time ago, it seems. In the last days of a fair prince's reign. Or would I tell you about the place? A small city near the coast, but far from everything else.

For as long as I can remember I just wanted to do what was right. I guess I'm not quite sure what that is anymore. And I thought I could throw myself back in and follow orders, serve. It's just not the same

I don't know! I look in the mirror and the only thing I recognize, are these eyes. In this old man's face. You know sometimes I think I was either born too early or too late for my life. Maybe we're both just relics.

The Prince tried to apologize but it was too late. For she had seen that there was no love in his heart. As the Prince begs for mercy, his body begins to transform. His jewelry pops off. His clothing rips as he grows larger.