Snug in Wickham's apartment, Lydia rolls over in bed and smiles at Wickham.
"That was nice, George", Lydia says quietly.
Wickham laughs, "And do you know what I did?"
"No, George, what did you do?" Lydia looks at Wickham, puzzled at his manic expression.
George gets up and indicates a camera.
"I taped it," Wickham smirks.
"Why did you do that?", Lydia demands, "I didn't say you could."
"Well, that's too bad, peach," Wickham gloats.
"I'm not mad, George. I just want to know why."
"Babe, I'm in some pretty bad debt. I'm going to sell this tape on the Internet. And if you have any objections, too fucking bad."
Lydia thinks for a moment and remembers Lizzie saying just that. This leads Lydia to make a decision. She pulls herself out of bed and starts getting dressed and packing. When she finished
"I did say that the sex was nice, George Wickham, but I was exaggerating a little bit to make you feel better. The other day, I was worried about being good enough for you. I see that I was wrong. You sir, are not good enough. You aren't good enough to sell your ass on the Internet, it'll reject you for sure. More importantly, WICKHAM, you are not good enough for the LY-DEE-AH."
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going to Carters, where a truckload of boys who want the Ly-dee-ah, even though they might not be good enough for her, will be entirely willing to kick your ass. Don't worry, Wickham. I won't take your car to get there. I WILL however take your keys."
The split second after Lydia waves the keys in Wickham's face, she opens the door and runs towards the train station. She only stops to rest when she's sure that Wickham can't catch up. Even then, she rests for only a moment because she knows that time is of the essence. After she takes a breath and looks back on what she thought she had, she continues running towards the station, not worrying about the future, because everyone does what the Ly-dee-ah wants.