Colleen concentrates as she ignites her own Iron Fist. "Now open your palm," Danny tells her. She does so and keeps the silver energy in her palm. She rushes over to Misty and begins to run her palm over her heart and veins. She sits up quickly and begins to cough as Colleen supports her. Danny heals Cage at the same time. He opens his eyes and smiles, "It's about time you showed up." Danny smiles, "You know how I like to be fashionably late." Colleen rushes to the other side of the pool and heals Jessica while Danny attends to Daredevil. "It's good to have you back, Danny," Daredevil tells him. Last, Colleen helps Punisher sit up after healing him. He stares at her in confusion.

"Who's that guy?," Punisher asks as he gazes at Danny.

"Danny Rand," Danny tells him.

"The billionaire?... How the hell did you find us?"

"I used the Iron Fist to track Colleen."

"Okay, I'm lost," he shakes his head and takes a few steps back.

"Nice costume," Jessica tells Danny sarcastically, "Where have you been, anyway?"

"It's a long story."

"One that probably needs telling."

"Right, but first, what do we do with her?," he motions toward Typhoid.

"From what I understand, she has three personalities and two of them aren't exactly friendly," Luke explains, "How do we get the nice one out?"

"We need running water," Colleen explains, "And flashing lights. That's how we get the Mary personality to come out. Let's figure out how to turn on this pool."

Some time later, the pool begins flooding with water, the sound echoing around the room. Daredevil flips the lightswitch, turning the light son and off. Across the room, Mary's eyes blink open and she looks around in confusion, "Where...?" Danny crouches beside her, "Hello, Mary." She smiles sweetly at him, "Danny!," then embraces him. They gather around, the war finally over.

"Wait a minute," Misty looks around the room, "Where's Castle?"

Daredevil sighs, "He's gone."

Some time later, Frank Castle's van drives down a highway with Frank behind the wheel. He soon passes a sign that says "Now leaving New York".

The next day, Mary sits in a room in a psychiatric ward, drawing pictures by a window. The faucet in her room is continually on, generating the sound of rushing water. A nurse comes in and sets a cup of pills beside her, "Thank you." She swallows the pills and goes back to her drawing. Outside, Luke and Misty peer in through a window.

"So you managed to keep her out of the Raft," Luke tells her, "I'm impressed."

"The city did this favor for me. They were happy my taskforce put an end to the gang war."

"I'm surprised they didn't make you captain or something."

"They tried. They keep wanting to promote me but, I can't sit behind a desk all day. It's not me. I belong out there on the street."

"That's the truth."

"I couldn't have done it without you, Luke."

"And I couldn't have turned it around without you."

"So what now? You don't have a club, so you won't be able to rent out that brownstone much longer."

"I got an idea or two."

"Ever think about coming back to the force?"

"Nah. Those days are long gone. One way or another, I'm back to being the Hero of Harlem."

"Great. We need ya out there, Luke. Just keep in mind, I'll be there to keep you in line."

"I already got someone for that."

"That's right. Are you and Ms. Jones a thing now or what?"

"Wait. How did you know we -"

"I observe things no one else notices. You know that."

"We're... working things out."

"Mm-hm."

"What?"

"Tell Jessica I said hello next time you see her," with that, Misty leaves Luke behind, smiling.

Jessica enters a hospital room at Metro-General Hospital with a bouquet of flowers. "I thought Metro-General wouldn't be upscale enough for you." In the bed, Jeryn Hogarth rests with an IV tube. She smiles at Jessica, "I decided to slum it."

"Malcolm said you were here. Said I should come to visit, so... here I am."

"That's very sweet. You seem to be getting a little soft these days, Jessica."

"You're one to talk. I noticed you flipped my old office."

"I guess I am going soft. Dying does that to people."

"I said the same thing and Malcolm acted like I was being an asshole."

"Yeah,... I'm glad you came by, Jessica."

"Uh,... You're not thinking about asking for that favor again-"

"No, no. I'm leaving it up to nature. No worries. I'm glad that you came because, despite our differences, I have admired you."

"That makes one of us."

"Even through all your hang-ups, your flaws, and your drinking habits, you still manage to do the right thing."

"That almost sounded like a compliment."

"Give me a break, I'm not sued to this."

"Fine. continue."

"You're a hero, Jessica. Whatever your life has given you, you do what's right again and again. And please don't interrupt to tell me you're not a hero because I know that's what you do anytime someone throws the h-word at you. Look, I don't have much time in this world and even if you don't care too much about me, I wanted you to know I've always admired you... even if I didn't know it. You know, when I first became a lawyer, I had these aspirations of protecting people and being a champion for justice. Once I had my own firm, that all went away. I lost sight of what was important. Honestly, you're a much better person than I was."

"...Huh."

"That's seriously all you have to say? I just poured out my heart in a way no one else has ever seen save perhaps for my ex-wife. I figured you would at least make a snarky comeback."

"No,.. Sorry. It's just that, I'm not as annoyed as I used to be. Typically, when someone calls me the h-word, I get defensive. Not today."

"Like I said, perhaps you're getting soft."

"Aren't we all."

Jessica places the flowers in a vase. She goes to the door and nods at Jeryn who nods back. There are no goodbyes or smiles. Only an understanding, then Jessica leaves.

Foggy and Karen gather their paperwork as they head out of the deli. "So you're sure you have everything?," Karen asks. Foggy juggles the briefcase in his hands as he tries not to spill the travel-mug full of coffee, "If I forgot something, I'll improvise."

"Where the hell is Matt?," she asks in an annoyed tone. Matt opens the front door of the deli, "Right here. Last night was rough."

"But you still made our court date."

"Of course," he smiles, "We're a team."