The night after Red John's demise he sinks into a deep slumber. And, for once in a decade, no nightmare comes to visit him in his sleep.
He dreams he's on the terrace of his house in Malibu; he has a grandstand view of the beach from there.
Three people are walking together along the shoreline. One of them is Angela, another Charlotte.
He can't tell who's the third one, not yet.
The breath catches in his throat when he recognizes Lisbon at last. She's smiling, as are his two girls.
That's when he knows. It's time to move on.