After everything was done and those nasty, lying lemons were put away in the slammer, it seems like not much attention was turned towards those who had fought hard in the quest against evil, the forgotten spies who could only be glimpsed a little, those who had died. They were mentioned maybe once or twice during the Hummerberg Trials in which a little car was charged with murder in the first degree. Vehicular homicide, if I remember correctly.
In the countryside of Britain, a blue car looked thoughtfully at the memorial made for a companion of his, a car that had trained with him in the academy. They had been good old chaps, eager and old fashioned; dreams that had collided and sent them to into a mission, a mission that took place miles away and out on the ocean. An oil rig, where a red car had sabotaged and committed espionage, only to be caught… imagine fear, then selflessness, then pain beyond anything. And all of that was the chapter before darkness.
"Don't wait for me, Leland. I still have missions to go on. But I must say, you're probably looking chipper than ever, I imagine. Your safe now, old chap."