The trumpets rang out. The clouds opened. The horsemen rode. It was over. He watched as his empire finally crumbled, but this time he did not fight. He let it fall down around him with an almost smile. He looked up and asked, "Pub?"
There was a smile and a nod and an pierced hand pointing behind him. Slowly, he turned. There it was. Shining with some unknown light. The Railway Arms. The door opened. "She's waiting for you."
With one last glance over his shoulder, he said goodbye to the world he had created to help the lost. His job was done. The end had come. It was time for a drink. And he thought, with a cocky smile, what's a drink without a lady.
Gene Hunt strode towards the door confidently. Nelson opened it. Gene swaggered to the bar and plonked himself down. He turned to the lady beside him, "What you having, Bolls?"
She smiled in response. Her eyes staring into his, filled with joy. "You know what I like," she replied.
Gene quirked an eyebrow, "Luigi, a bottle of your house rubbish!" He turned back to her, "Miss me, Drake."
"In your dreams."
"Oh, you were."
Alex lent forward, teasingly. "You know the thing about this pub?"
"No," he stated, "Delight me with your interpretation, Bollyknickers!"
"Here is where your dreams come true," she stated boldly. Then there was a flurry of movement and they were kissing. Saying all the things they could never say in one incredibly human activity.
"Oy!" cried a well-known voice, "I am not spending eternity watching you two kiss. It's bad enough that I'm already having to cope with these four."
Tenderly, Gene broke the kiss and turned to look at Ray and his four friends.
"Hi Guv," said a man in a leather jacket.
"Hi Sam," replied Gene. The girls watched with looks of amusement, as the menfolk all struggled with emotions.
"Come on, girls, let's get pissed!" declared Alex. Gene turned back to her and placed his arm around her shoulders, possessively. "Well, you all heard the lady. It's beer 'o clock. Let's get pissed."