It's now night time in the city. Sip and Ricky are typing away at their reports. Sip tells John, "I don't see you working on your file." Ricky adds, "You don't want to be tardy with your paperwork." John looks happy, then says, "Can I go say goodbye to that boy?" They say sure and John leaves. Sip says, "He just wants to say farewell." Type type. Then Sip cracks, for a change, "He probably wants to exchange phone numbers." Ricky types away for a moment that says, "He could do worse, that Blake." Sip raises his eyebrows for a second and then continues to peck away.

John comes into the interrogation room where Blake is and says, "Phillip will be going to central booking soon. My name is John Dewitt and I'm a civilian aide." Blake actually asks, "What is a civilian aide's responsibilities?" Oh my god, that old saw about Southern hospitality is TRUE. They are more polite than we Yankees are. John continues with, "Blake, I know how you feel -- you feel lost and confused." Blake, all babe-in-the-woods-y, says, "How do you know?" John has a very highly developed Gaydar, the best on the market. State of the art! Just kidding. John continues: "I just do. I hope you don't give in to despair. It's so hard to make sense of our lives. We takes on a new lifestyle...we become confused...it's so hard to love ourselves...I just want you to know that it's possible to make your way with happiness and friendship. The sun rising and setting, and the birds in the harbor, they're all there for you, Blake, as much as anyone else." That is so beautiful! I can't tell you how many times I've thought the birds in the harbor weren't for me...now I know differently! Blake tearfully says, "Thank you so much." John emphatically says, "You're welcome." God, the show ends on a positive note! How wonderful. Now let's all go enjoy the birds in the harbor together! We can, you know. John said so.