After the two of you faked your death and you were finally healed, you had found a home to live in. It was a nice two story house, by the cemetery where Victor was once buried, and close to the lake where some times the two of you would go and sit as he would read to you, now that he could finally talk. Everything was perfect. You had fun teaching him about things today, and learning about what it was like in the 1800’s. Right now, the two of you were on the couch as you were showing him one of your favorite shows. You were sitting up while he was laying down with his head in your lap. Just like he did when you sewed his ear on.