He feels empty. For five minutes, one night, he had a definitive purpose.Kill the vines, save the world. Clear objective. All he really had to do was swing whatever weapon was in his hand at the enemy. He was good at that. But now, he's wandering the streets of the little town, all alone. Which, to be fair, he's never been very good at.

It's over, and he's going home weeks before he was supposed to, and Boston seems far away and awful. He's not ready to go, without the chance of coming back. There's so much more to resolve. And god, what if he has to go to St. Hyginus next year. Jesus.

There's a solace, and it's the little snitch that he bought from Pouch what feels like years ago. He doesn't have to go home just yet. But it's just another relic, really. And in case he doesn't come back. Maybe now's the time to release it. He smiles to no one, and releases the little golden ball. "Catch." He says, to whoever could be listening, and lets the little thing fly.