HAHAHAHAHA! Every Wuthering Heights, at the end of all things in every world, eventually became mine! Every single death Hindley and Linton suffered was pathetic and writhing. And that shall be an immutable truth for all eternity to come. Thus Josephine, it is only right that you are mine as well. You are bound to heed my commands. I tire of your ramblings of your 'Mistress'. She is nothing but a rotting corpse, her flesh decayed and bones desiccated. Ah! Josephine, Hindley, Linton! All of their pitiful souls tangled and fettered to this accursed destiny in every world! I have seen you far too many times in far too many worlds. I shall take you away from here, you pitiful souls who remain bound to Wuthering Heights even in death. Thus approaches the final chapter of this tale.