He dreamnt. Tony was his father. His real father, Walter, was Virginia's father. When Walt came home early one night, he interrupted his wife Christine in the act of drowning their daughter. But instead of staying to revive Virginia, he ran, chasing after Christine's beauty. He caught her at the edge of Central Park, just before she ran into oncoming traffic. He proclaimed his love for her no matter what she had done. The swamp witch watched in frustration through the shadowy mirror as Christine dissolved into a sobbing heap, her will forever broken. Walt picked her up and franticly flagged down a cab to take her to a hospital. Throwing a parting curse afer the couple, the swamp witch cast her gaze around the park, waitng for another lost soul to wander by. She soon found one and sent her on in Christine's stead to wreak her vengeance, but Tony saw past the unfortunate coincidences and the false smiles of Wendell's new nanny, and banished her before any real harm could befall his mother. Snow White never returned, but otherwise Wendell grew up with a whole, happy family. The kingdoms prospered. Virginia's toys wre donated to charity. Wolves continued to burn or rot in prisons. Christine was cured. Walt gave tearful testimony at her trial and she was acquitted of murder due to temporary insanity. Wendell's coronation day came years later. His hair was graying at the temples. Tony and his mother placed the crown on his head together. They told him they were proud. Wendell laughed with joy. He looked up and saw Snow White on the balcony, staring down at him wide-eyed. He started to call out to her. Wendell woke up, still laughing. He called out, "Grandmother!" He felt the bed sheets. He saw dawn breaking through his window. A beautiful day was ahead of him. He remembered reality, and he started to sob.