I looked over Jordan, and what did I see?
Coming for to carry me home,
A band of angels coming after me,
Coming for to carry me home – traditional

Spike had been dreaming again of the scantily-clad, Esperanto-speaking nymphettes of which he was most fond of dreaming, but then that image began to fade away, to give way to rolling fields of wheat, which then gave way to a copse of trees near a dilapidated building that Spike didn't recognize, and then a new voice began lilting on the dream-ether, a female voice, but not speaking in Esperanto – this was a young voice, high-pitched and silly, but singing a song of sadness, an unfamiliar tone to the familiar voice.

Spike's eyes fluttered open, and he took a deep breath. He knew what had to be done now. He just needed to remember.

It was surprisingly easy to find both Ed and the old laboratory where Ein had begun his bizarre and lengthy journey. When the Bebop landed to collect Ed, she was standing on the top of a mountain, a mountain that looked to Spike like the back of a sleeping camel. The ship obviously couldn't land on top the mountain, so they had to land nearby in a large man-made lake several miles away. Spike had intended to go out on Swordfish to collect the girl, but she surprised them by running the entire journey back to the ship.

Ed flew into Spike's arms the moment she saw him, and held him tight. Then she wanted to see Ein, to say goodbye. Jet had made a box for him, and he was currently in the room with all of Jet's bonsais. She stayed next to Ein's side as they went to the other location.

The Bebop crew made an odd procession. Faye was wearing a good-looking black suit, and a small hat with a net veil over her face. If she had been wearing it for any other reason, Spike would have probably given her merry hell about her widow's weeds, but this was not the time for that kind of teasing. Faye held Ed's hand, and it seemed that Ed was growing out of her tee shirts and black shorts. Her feet were bare, as always. Both women (yes, Spike surmised that Ed was at least well on her way to earning that distinction, death had a funny way of doing that to a person) carried wildflowers. Jet and Spike carried the box on their shoulders, solemn as any other pallbearers, wearing their best suits, the ones they had worn the night they had gone dancing.

They had found the intended spot the day before, and Jet had found a shovel somewhere in the deep recesses of the Bebop, which had amused Spike. The old man could always find something completely unexpected on that old trawler. The two men had dug the grave together, and Faye and Ed had gone in search of small stones to create a cairn.

Today, the four reached the spot in solemn silence, and Jet and Spike carefully laid the small box in the grave. Spike looked through the trees at the ruins of the old laboratory, and shuddered at the thought of the evils that had been endured there, not just by Ein, but also Ranger and Fang, and Blood, as well as countless others who were only known by a number instead of a name. He'd struggled with the idea of putting Ein here, in the shadows of that place of torture, but he also felt that perhaps, just perhaps, Ein's spirit would be more at rest near the spirits of his brothers.

Ed had just laid her flowers in the small grave, and then tugged on Spike's hand. Spike snapped out of his reverie and looked down at her tear-filled eyes. He found the old battered prayerbook in his inside pocket, the one embossed with his father's name, barely legible after all these years, and found the short prayer that he had found early this morning when he couldn't sleep. Spike said the short prayer, and the four remained in silence for a short while. Ed stood between Jet and Spike, holding their hands. For a moment, Faye stood slightly off to one side, as if she wasn't sure where to stand, until Jet caught her eye briefly, and she went to his side, and they found each other's hand.

Then, the silence was broken by the soft lilt of Ed, who apparently had a much prettier singing voice than any of them had ever imagined. However, it took the three adults a moment to realize what it exactly was that she was saying: "Bringing in the cheese . . . bringing in the cheese . . . we shall come rejoicing, bringing in the cheese."

Faye and Jet bit back smiles, but Spike grinned widely and began singing the song along with Ed, not bothering to correct the missung lyrics:

Bringing in the cheese, bringing in the cheese,
We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the cheese;
Bringing in the cheese, bringing in the cheese,
We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the cheese.

Going forth with weeping, sowing for the Master,
Though the loss sustained our spirit often grieves;
When our weeping's over, He will bid us welcome,
We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the cheese.

Out of the corner of his eye, Spike saw a flash of a red, bushy tail. A fox. An uneatable. And as it dashed out of the copse of trees, Spike felt fairly sure that an unspeakable, somewhere, would chase that uneatable, probably while howling at the moon.