John Phoenix turned away from the rubble and walked towards the town. He was happy to have rid the world of Catherine, but was regretful that he probably killed Pól too.
"Don't you worry about it my chara," someone said! John Phoenix looked back towards the remains of the train, and Pól was there, climbing out. "I've survived far worse.
Pól chuckled and walked away into the sunset. John Phoenix watched him, impressed at his tenacity. Then, his stomach rumbled and he clutched his stomach. John Phoenix ran to the nearest bathroom and sat on the toilet. He shat, and from that moment on, the cáca milis was now caca milis.
The End.