The smiling god had failed him. Just as he thought he was getting close to Cecil's perfectly imperfect scientist, Carlos, he leaves. He ups and leaves the desert otherworld. No goodbye, no explanation. They were getting on fine! He stares blankly at the microphone, for once at a loss for words, neither smiley nor cruel. He lost everything when the... citizens of Night Vale overthrew Strexcorp. Now his new home, his new Desert Bluffs, was being torn apart. Carlos had been a part of building the new Desert Bluffs. New Desert Bluffs could have been their home! But Carlos was always loyal to his boyfriend. His boyfriend that goes by the name of Cecil Gershwin Palmer. He was always trying to find a way home. Always. No matter how scientifically fascinating the desert otherworld may be. But Carlos leaving meant that he, Kevin, was on his own. No one would know if he tried to, say, 'clean up' Night Vale a little, would they? He reaches for his phone (which, conveniently, hadn't run flat for ages).
"Hiram? Hiram McDaniels? It's Kevin. I need a favour. It involves a certain Cecil Palmer. I feel Night Vale needs, I don't know, a fresh voice? But that can't happen until a certain broadcaster is... dealt with, can it?"
"Leave it to me, Kevin." The line goes dead. Kevin sits and smiles to himself. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe the smiling god was dealing with everything. Maybe, for once, he might rule over Cecil. Maybe.