It had been a half hour since Magenta and her brother Riff-Raff took control of the castle killing three people in the process. They were on course for the planet Transsexual in the galaxy of Transylvania. The problem was, only two people were supposed to be killed that night, one of the dead was supposed to be set free. That person was Columbia.
Magenta stood in the very room everything had happened in alone. Riff-Raff was busy contacting the planet’s higher up's to tell them of their situation. She had decided to take this moment to say her final goodbyes to her dead lover. Holding back tears Magenta kneeled down next to Columbia’s body and grabbed her hand.
“Columbia, I’m so sorry,” she says, choking back tears, “It wasn’t supposed to be this way. You were supposed to live. You were supposed to be free.”
Magenta couldn’t hold back anymore. Tears rushed down the woman’s pale face. All she could think about was the lack of co