A few weeks have passed since Charlie, Bet, and I moved in with Oliver. Charlie got an interest in agriculture, while Bet has been taking lessons from Mrs. Bedwin. As for me… well, I have been taking lessons with Oliver on how to live an honest life. Fagin had been arrested, and was sentenced to be hanged, while the rest of the gang have been sentenced to an Australian penal colony for seven years. The people who ran the workhouse that Oliver was at, have been put under arrest for concealing evidence of Oliver's identity, which it turns out that Mr. Brownlow is the great uncle of Oliver, and all of the kids who worked at the workhouse have been sent to an orphanage in London, and that includes Oliver's friend, Dick; I met for him the first time a week ago, and he seemed to be getting along fine now, which was good for both him and Oliver.

We were having a cup of tea when Oliver told us that he wanted to see Fagin before he was to be hanged.
"Are you sure?" Mr. Brownlow asked.

"Yes sir…" Oliver answered. "He might have been a bad man, but if it weren't for him, I would be dead…"

"I want to go too." I stated.

"Alright." Mr. Brownlow responded. "But be careful…"
"Yes sir…" Oliver and I said.

After we got to the prison, we told the warden that we wanted to see Fagin, and when we saw him, he was nearly insane; they did warn us that it wasn't going to be pretty sight, but Oliver and I didn't think it was going to be that bad.

"You sure you want to do this, Oliver?" I asked.

"Yes, Dodger…" Oliver answered.

Oliver went up to Fagin cautiously, and Fagin was on the verge of crying; I was actually starting to pity the man,

"Mr. Fagin…" Oliver said. "It's me, Oliver…"

"Oliver?" Fagin asked. "Yes, I know you... What do you want from an old man whose life is about end?" Fagin asked trying to keep calm.

"I wanted to thank you for giving me shelter." Oliver answered.

"Yes, I did give you lodgings…" Fagin said, clearly going insane. "Oliver, you know those treasures? I am giving them to you now…"

"Thank you, sir…" Oliver said. "Sir, before I go, let's pray together…"
"Yes, let's pray…" Fagin said, hugging Oliver for comfort. "

"God forgive this dreadful man…" Oliver said, crying.

Fagin also started breaking down, and he looked at me as if he wanted me to help him escape.

"This is goodbye, Fagin…" I said, leaving the cell. "Thank you for giving me a home."

After we left the prison house, we saw the noose on our way back home, and Oliver began asking me if Fagin could change.

"It was too late for him, Oliver…" I answered. "There are just people who are able to change, and there are those who will up and go mad when they think their lives are over."

"I see…" Oliver responded.

"Hey, don't worry about it anymore, we still got a whole life ahead of us, and I will be right there with you the whole step of the way." I said, trying to comfort him.

"Thank you, Dodger…"