In California, Earth. One of the restaurants has a familiar face in it, Nicholas Lexton, a property agent selling it. There is an apartment too, and a cat, Bex, is in a box.
Guy: I'm sorry, Can't come, I have to go to an emergency meeting... Apparently Mapple just collapsed off the stock market... That's bad...
Bex: (So I live in a box now??? Again?!!! This sucks...)
In limbo, sunset
Suitcase: You know, It's weird really. Nothing to define yourself as, it's as if the show wasn't there to begin with, honestly?
Knife: Trust me, it ain't deep. I know how it feels. I had to define myself all the time and suddenly I don't have to. There's nothing to think about when everything disappears. Square one. It's kind of boring... Sitting here and waiting after so much.
Suitcase: I think differently. Looking at it, I'm already happy to not do anything, So much has happened but this... This definitely makes me feel alive.