Eventually, he does, and promises to use what remains of The Collective's power to "rewind time back before Utopia began." Phoebe cautiously confirms for her little group that this will result in the restoration of the Dolt. Upon receiving that confirmation, Raige excitedly asks about the Bulge. Alas, Brody must remain dead. Yes, their explanation for why he must remain dead makes absolutely no goddamned sense whatsoever, but the character long overstayed his welcome, so I'm not going to quibble. The bottom line is, the Avatars can reverse Utopia or they can revive the bulging one, but they cannot do both. Zankou, visibly uncertain of Raige's reaction to this news, eyes her uneasily as she stares down I'm Not Candy for a long moment. Finally, Raige whips her arm back to fling the vial at I'm Not Candy's head. Phoebe snatches at her wrist, however, and after a tense, teary moment, Raige drops her arm to her side. Phoebe picks her way down a couple of the platform's stairs and quietly demands, "Put the world back." I'm Not Candy silently agrees, then offers, "I'm sorry this didn't work out. For your sakes as well as ours." "Touching," Zankou snarks. "I'm gonna miss you guys." Snerk.
I'm Not Candy tosses the demon a stink-eye before turning to join the other Avatars in their circle. He lifts his palms, and that golden glowy mojo stream from last week shoots into the air from the center of the altar. The camera cranes up above Piper, Phoebe, Raige, and Zankou as they tilt their heads back to gaze up at the stream as it floods into the night sky. The stream bursts outwards, and the shot cuts to take in central San Francisco as the horizon-spanning curtain sweeps westward, reversing its previous course through Tokyo, Moscow, London, and New York before rushing through San Francisco once more. By the way, as it blew through London, the hands on the face of Big Ben began spinning backwards. Once the curtain passes San Francisco, the shot cuts again to last week's vignettes of people groggily coming awake. This time, however, none of them are terribly perky at all. In fact, they're all downright rude. And as the rude is as annoying as the perky was before it, I'll ignore all of the screaming arguments that erupt to note that Piper and Phoebe have silently appeared on one of the city's streets to smile fondly at the mayhem. As they amble off down the sidewalk, Piper remarks, "Wow. I never thought I'd be so excited to hear the sounds of people arguing." "Tell me about it," Phoebe agrees. "It's good to be back." They glance across the street and spot hot Zankou hotly hotting his hot hot on the walk opposite. He acknowledges them with a supremely sardonic flourish of his hand just before a city bus speeds by, blocking the ladies' view. By the time the bus passes out of the frame, Zankou's vanished. Phoebe smiles a bit to herself as Piper warily eyes the section of sidewalk where Zankou'd been standing. The camera cranes up from them to take in various strident passersby from above before cross-fading into tonight's brief closing travelogue.