Skeet slowly regains consciousness to see Angel pounding the real Webster to a bloody pulp in the kitchen. Skeet tackles him, and they fight, with the kid proving to be surprisingly strong. But Skeet is, after all, Skeet, and he tosses the littlest psychopath to the floor and starts absolutely whaling on him before he comes to his senses and stops himself from actually killing the kid. He pulls himself off and calls the police, apparently, instead of an ambulance for the dying Webster.
Skeet and the Angel are put in the back of a police car. "I know who you are, Skeet," says the kid. "Who am I?" asks Skeet. "Tommy comes to me too," he says, which naturally gets Skeet's attention. And the kid starts babbling about how it's over for him, that he's never going to spend another free day as long as he lives, and that he needs to know it wasn't all for nothing. He asks Skeet if he did the right thing. Naturally, Skeet's all, "I don't know what the hell you're talking about." "It's up to you now," continues the kid, who reveals that God's voice told him to do what he did. He saw the words "God is now here" written in his own blood! Just like you, Paul! You two should totally be best friends! "We're the good ones, right?" says the kid. Hey, officers in the front seat, are you paying any attention to this? The kid gives a little timeline: six months ago, he sees "God is now here" in his blood. Then Tommy shows up, talking about Paul; then, a few weeks ago, God starts chatting him up, showing him what the nine GIN people are going to do to everybody. "Now it's up to you, Skeet." Skeet's all, "'Nine'?" Yup. There are three more out there, says the kid. Tommy calls them "the darkness," he says, and God said to kill 'em all, "before they can get their act together." The kid starts crying. "I never knew God talked like that," he says. You'd prefer Alanis Morissette? The kid tells Paul he shouldn't have stopped him from killing Ken Webster, as that leaves four for Skeet to kill.
The Marilyn Manson song kicks in again, as Skeet and the kid are led into the police station (in slow motion!) to be photographed and fingerprinted, which necessitates the removal of the handcuffs. Skeet sees the kid look at an officer's gun, but the cops miss it. And they're too slow to stop the kid from actually grabbing the gun, pointing it at his head, and giving a little farewell speech that takes about half an hour. "It's up to you now, Skeet," he says for at least the third time. "Tell my mom I'm sorry," he says. If she's anything like my mom, she's going to be pissed. I lose my mittens when I'm four, my mom STILL brings it up.