(CRANE’s office door creaks open)

EDWARD: I never thought I’d have to do this. Seriously, the thought never crossed my mind. I imagined that on the day of your unfortunate passing, Jon would build you a pyre, douse it in cheap whiskey and set it alight. That was worst-case scenario, mind you. I truly thought you’d outlive Jon, then take off back to Georgia to peck at his father’s grave and see that he gets no rest. Fanciful stuff, I suppose, but it soothed a cynical mind. Alas dear Ichabod - it was not to be, and now it’s just me here to see to your arrangements. I have a blanket for you, dear. Just let me wrap you and…

…What the hell is this. You’re not… but… were you ever? You had to be… but you see a bird in your cage and you assume. It all happened so fast. I looked, and then… Scarecrow.

But why would he… Hngh… this isn’t even a crow. It’s a…

Tetch. What did he say? Oh god, think Edward… what did he say? Snicker snack… only I know… pieces… The pieces on the board have been… moved. Pawns… Kings…

…Castling. Castling.

(footsteps, CRANE’s office door slams shut)