Epilogue: Apart
"So this is where the dead goes."
"I would assume so, seeing that I am dead and you have just said that you died. And it's 'go,' not 'goes'"
"It stinks."
"You can't say that."
"I just did."
"I need to thank you."
"What for?"
"Looking after my boy."
"It was my pleasure."
"Seriously though, Rea, thank you."
"Anytime, Harry."
Goodbye Rea