• "It's me again, honey..." Peter says softly as he places a rose on the tombstone. "I know I haven't been around like I wanted to, but I guess I've been busy with our baby girl. It's been fifteen years since you saw little Amy, but she's been working hard to be strong."

    While Peter talked, Izzy kept looking to the setting sun as the lake began to glow in a burning awe. He knew all the things that have been bugging Peter usually end up here with his wife. It was not his place to tell Peter what he needed to do since he had nothing like that in his life. Things were beginning to turn sour since it seemed like the world was hunting them down. Looking over to Peter, Izzy wouldn't blame him if he wanted to end it and give himself up.

    Peter began to walk back to Izzy as he wiped a tear from his eye. "Are we done here?" Izzy asked. Peter looked over to his partner as if to say yes, but then he paused for a moment.

    "I know what you want to say... but I can't leave things the way it is," he replied. "If you were me, would you give up and let it end like this?"

    "Responsibility and regret are two different things, buddy..." Izzy said as he looked over to the lake. "I have alot of regrets in my life, but you have more things that I wish I had myself..."

    "Like what?" Peter asked wondering what the Wanted Man could ever mean.

    "You have people who love you and are waiting for you..." Izzy began to walk over to the car as he left Peter to think. "You think that if you aren't there to save the day, people will look down on you? I beg to differ... I think it's you who can't look you in the eye if you didn't do this."

    "Then, what should I do?" Peter shouts back to Izzy. "If you think I should quit, then say it. I'm tired of you making things so vague when you should just drop it on the table!"

    Izzy opened the car door as he looked back to Peter. "It's not my place to tell you how to live your life.." he replied to his confused partner. "But it is my place to kick you in the right direction with whatever you go with. So stop acting like a retard and make up your mind. Do you want in or out?"

    Peter began to walk up to Izzy and looked him dead in the eye. "I want in..." he said sternly.

    "Then shut up and drive... I hate to be late, Mr. Bandit," he replied with his usual smirk.

    "As you wish, Mr. Outlaw," Peter said bowing as he got in the driver's seat. The two began to ride out into the dark night where the last piece of the puzzle would be hidden.