Tank sighed as he walked with Tankini and Niko along the gravel path, "this doesn't feel right."
"What else are we supposed to do?"
"I know what I'm doing…" they turned to Tankini, "…I'm disbanding the team."
"What?"
"Why?"
"We completed our main objective – we found Scott. There's nothing more we can do."
"But we saved the world from a terrible evil!"
"We killed Santa. No more discussion. It's over."
They stopped when they reached the road, "well I guess this is it." They nodded solemnly, got into their cars and went their separate ways.
Back up the path, through a small garden and in through a small window Scott was enjoying his stay in the sanatorium. He had a shelf lined with books a small bed in the middle of his room.
Suddenly he twitched. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the last remaining scrap from the pages of the Necronomicon. He glanced at it for a moment…then promptly blew his nose on it. "Icky!"