“Albey, can't you relax? He will kill himself. I just wanted to see if I could stop it. This sent neurons in Albertyne's brain to make his eyes bigger than golf balls. "Stop?" She whispered, shocked. They turned to see Juliet finish her last words before stabbing herself with Romeo's dagger. “Did you want to prevent one of Shakespeare's best plays from having its classic ending? Why on earth would you think that Juliet being in a convent would be a better ending than this?" He motioned for the Chief Warden and the Page to enter the tomb. "You could have turned one of the most tragic love stories into one that could have have a sequel. Shakespeare wasn't a man of sequels, he was a man of plot genius. What if I convinced Juliet to run away to a convent? Or worse, run away? They both turned to watch as the news spread throughout the land of the dead. There was nothing left to do. The two families admitted their guilt in the bloodshed and vowed to make peace. The Prince is angry with everyone involved in the deaths of so many young subjects. Solemnly from his position he puts the last word on the unhappy affair, which the girls mention together with him. “This morning brings with it a dark peace. The sun, due to pain, will not show its head. Go this way, to talk more about these sad things. The two girls were holding hands. “Some will be forgiven, others punished. Because there has never been a more painful story than this one of Juliet and her Romeo." With a glimmer of light the two girls disappeared from the Verona square and returned to sitting in the library. Albertyne leaned over and picked up the book from the floor. The golden writing flashed in the light as he placed it on the desk to be put away. Rabota remained with her head in Albey's lap. “Well, it was an adventure.” Rabota sighed and stood up from the