NARRATOR: 
So Annabella destroys her 
Doll, her beloved toy boy 
And takes all the notes that she made and packs them away 

Thus Annabella vows that she 
Won’t tell a soul and stay lonely 
Defeated now she sadly creeps back to her lab 

Thus friends we bid adieu to 
The 1st generation, but don’t move 
We’ve 3 more Acts to get through, [bad word] let’s ensue 

The future beckons and won’t wait 
The next generation’s on its way 
Dead things and broken love stories for us await