With an evil smile, Lindsey looks down into the bowl, admiring your beautiful - albeit smelly - end. Her fingers tremble slightly as she rests them on the flusher, before closing her eyes and sighing deeply. You really were the best she had yet. "Thank you Troy..." she whispers, opening her eyes again and looking at your coiled, brown remains, in that coppery tone she expected. "You were my best yet, a real work of art... so romantic and giving..." She shudders, grinning, "I feel I owe you the end you deserve, and not the one I want. I don't know if you can hear me, or even feel... I've never talked to a turd before." She giggles a little. "But you belong where all men belong: in the sewers. That's where you're going, Troy, so this is good-bye." She wipes a tear, smiling: "Thanks for everything Troy."

She pulls the flusher, watching the turd break up and wash down into the sewage pipes. Afterwards she takes the brush and cleans the parts of you that stuck to the sides from the bowl, and returns to her study.

An hour later, Lindsey throws the old break-up picture away, putting your new reunion picture there instead, writing: "The happy couple <3" and fixing your digestion date to the top, lastly placing her smiling "throne" pictures on the far right, making little hearts in gold ink surrounding yours. It would make a great addition to the scrap book, and she would definitely talk about it at her next appointment.