Lorne watches rain fall from his safe seat at the world's end. He used to dance in the rain. When he first came to this world, he'd had to learn to dance in it; he'd done it. He'd adapted. He'd learned. He'd made a world within a world for himself first with Caritas and then with Angel's group . . .
Now it's all over. Very soon, he'll be the only one left. He tried so hard to make them listen, to bring them away from the brink, but none of them would, especially his Angelcakes. Lorne cries, whispers goodbye, and keeps on.
The End