I can't hear him from here.

Then pick up the phone.

Then he can hang up on me.

I guess I can fly to Denver. 

Within yelling distance, not within shooting distance?

You realize what would've happened if I'd been there? We're lucky that you both have such harmless nightmares.

Yes, we are.

Karen? Are you - 

- I'm, uh, I'm really sorry about the whole stealing your rock and murdering you guys thing? I - I understand if you don't want to talk to me ever ever ever again but do you think you could tell me first if you can hear Connor and Azalea?

Wait, what? Why're you sorry about that?

- and yeah. Yeah. Sleeping. Bad dream.

OK. OK. Thanks. I - I thought they would be, it's the 15th still, but - thanks.

Bad dream.

Yeah.

I'm really sorry. I should have figured it out sooner. And I should have stayed focused on the kid, and I should have - 

- do you want me to stop talking, I can shut up probably - maybe - actually I'm not entirely sure how to shut up when we're talking like this - sorry -

D'you - want me to not be listening -

No no no I'm good - or - not good, but - I'm really glad you're - OK is the wrong word, but -

This side of the Sea, we used to say.

Yeah. That.

- I can, uh, I can tell you about the part that happened after you died? It won't, uh, it won't fix anything, but it'll explain - explain what the thing was in the first place, anyway -

That seems good to know.

OK. Um. There was a boy, Billy Palmer, if you remember about him. On the 14th of April his Kiddy League Coach beat him into a coma for - I guess honestly just missing a ball that he thought he should have caught? And so Billy was in a coma, and he blew this one little mistake out of proportion until he thought he could never come back from it, and so he - he got stuck, in the nightmares he was having, and I guess because of the hellmouth the rest of us got stuck in our nightmares, and - yeah.

So, uh, after I - shot you guys, I, uh - I went and found Billy, and he told me about all of this, and I didn't know what to say to him, so... I told him that everyone makes mistakes, and sometimes we can fix them and sometimes we can't, but we have to decide whether we're going to give up because of them or whether we're going to admit our mistakes and try to do better, and how we can't go back but we can always go forward, and - we decided that we wanted to go forward. Even though maybe everyone was disappointed in us and maybe we can't make it better and maybe it'll never be - well, we wanted to try, and so, uh, we went home.

I dunno if that's right or not, the thing about going forward, but... the city is back?

I'm not really a philosopher but resurrecting the dead is the good kinda thing to do, pretty sure.

OK.

She walks to the end of the street and pulls her nightgown closer around her and tries to decide where exactly she should be going.

Hey Alex? Are you mad? About the... everything?

Am I mad?

Yeah.

Karen, we murdered hundreds of people including you. 

Well. Yeah. I guess. 

So is that a no, or are you just carefully avoiding actually saying no because you don't want to lie but actually -

I'm not mad.