Now that they were home, there were faint images of the elder Spells, but only Scrooge could see them - yet they weren't malevolent or even sad. They seemed to be at ease, finally ready to pass through onto the other side now that their remains were in their rightful place - and that their children were alive and well.

The walk to the crypt in the basement remained quiet as they made their way to the final hanging portrait of their parents. Poe silently signaled for Scrooge and the employee to place the box down, and once it was, he and Magica opened it up, taking the bones bit by bit and placing them inside where they were destined to be. Once the process was finished, they pulled the top on, and lightly kissed it.

"Welcome home, mother."
"Welcome home, father."

At last, the Manor De Spell felt at ease.