Soon the woman who made the bear a doll continues with the fox, and once again offers him her mask. The fox accepts without hesitation, despite his fingers still soiled with the bear's blood. As the fox slipped on the doll mask, he found the same fate awaiting him. The ram found him and bleated to the others until they complied and killed the fox. The woman continued with her trend, turning a rabbit, a crocodile, a falcon, a panther, a wolf, a steer, and a snake each into a doll. Each animal crumpled before the ram and its flock. Finally, as the last mask fell to the floor, everyone in the hall vanished. The music of the waltz continued to eerily play over the sea of masquerade masks which now littered the crimson floor.

Taube yanks the gun from her grasp and drops to a knee. With a thud, he slams the barrel against the side of the bar and pulls the trigger. BANG! The bullet splinters through the wood grazing across the top of Herodias' right shoulder. Quietly wincing at the pain, Herodias lays herself flat against the floor. Taube pulls back the bolt of the rifle; the empty shell rings as it bounces on the floor. BANG! Another bullet flies through the wood. With each powerful impact of the bullet into the wood, the wine glass skips closer and closer to the lip of the bar; now it teeters precariously rocking back and forth. BANG! The bullet cracks through the bar and the glass shatters against the greasy bar floor. Herodias crawls to the end of the bar, taking the largest glass shard with her.

The deafening blare of the train's horn spread throughout the Ulm Hauptbahnhof. A clock's chime called out through the chaos and compelled by its ring; the dotted gatherings across the platforms collected their belongings, and families fought against the ebb of the crowd to bid a final goodbye to their loved ones.