As I walked to my cell my life flashed before my eyes. I saw all of the best and worst moments in my life, and tears came pouring out. I then sat in total darkness.

And now, as the moon comes to a final destination, I am forced to write this by my own conscious. Katherine is now an orphan. My wife was hanged and cremated, as no one was there to claim her body. Her ashes fly with the wind to distant, faraway lands. Now I will fly with her. I don’t know what will happen to Katherine, but I am sure it’s not good. She was left with one arm and a scar deeper than any man has known. She has lost her mother, her father, and her life, all because she was hungry and her parents cared. She will live on as if nothing had happened. As for me, I will perish in an unimaginable way. So they’ll come to take me away in but a few hours, and I will be dead before dawn tomorrow. If the executioner has poor judgment, I won’t live to tell the tale or suffer any longer. Execution is a cruel punishment.