Chapter 5-Epilogue
Jones woke up late. Very late. The chief was going to thrash him for being this late, and he wondered why Drix hadn't woken him up earlier. He'd been up late, seeing if Thrax would come back. He hadn't apparently. Or if he had he was staying with Drix. That was when his eyes caught hold of a piece of paper in front of him. He picked it up and read it,
Hey Jones. I've got my memories back, and even though I still hate your guts I'd like to say thanks. I could've killed you when I returned to the apartment, but I didn't. On a more practical note I want you to keep your apartment clean, and remember to return that book from the library: 'The History of Viruses and Frank'. All debts have been repaid.
Thrax the Virus
Jones set the paper down in wonder. He looked at the clock again. It was already noon. He decided it just wasn't worth going in today. He took the piece of paper and went into his room. He picked his jacket up off the floor and put it in the right drawer of his dresser. He put the paper on his desk and then flopped down onto his bed. He was asleep, a dreamless sleep. The sleep that only those that are exhausted beyond thought can sleep.
And somewhere, deep in the currents of a black, cold, eerie ocean that mercilessly through itself onto a broken cliff face: a young girl named Iona smiled.
The End.