This safe shall be opened, never fear.
After much toil, the door will finally spring open. The Kyle/Ken creature shall be hit by sudden blinding light, and will stagger back. Leaving just enough room for me to edge my way in, shield my eyes with my fair-maiden hand, and gently reach out to the source of the rays. One flawless diamond. On a lovely little satin pillow. Saphire green (or ruby red) and heart-shaped. Alone, in that surprisingly dust free casket. Waiting to be freed. To be loved and admired. Once again.
A very aged girl can dream, right?