The airport. Mike's about to go on the runway, but he can't make his carry-on bag fit in the "your carry-on must fit in this space" display. I always worry about that, too.
Cut to the plane, where Demon sits in First Class, looking out the window. Demon looks back at the empty seat beside him, and nervously dusts it off. Thank God you get free booze in First Class.
Back in the terminal, Mike's still trying to get the carry-on to fit when his cell phone rings. Mike pulls it out of his pocket and looks at the caller ID number. Three guesses as to who it is. He answers it, walking up the gangplank. He listens for a moment, stopping dead in his tracks, and drops his bag. Cut to Demon, still waiting.
The hospital. An overhead shot of the EMT opening the back of the ambulance. She pulls out a stretcher on which Justin lies, blood all over his head and chest. I hope to God they left Hobbes in that garage to fuckin' rot. Brian steps out behind them, blood on his neck and mouth. He looks old. He carries his scarf, also drenched in blood.
Cut to the hospital corridor. Brian sits all by himself, staring off into space. Mike walks into the camera's view, and drops down silently next to his best friend. Brian's just devastated. He thinks back to the last time they all were in this hospital, Justin, Brian and Mike happily chasing each other down the corridor, when Gus was born. Slowly, Mike turns to look down the corridor, where Justin's stretcher went. Cut to black.
First of all, I'd like to thank Wing for giving this gig. And everyone who's been reading the recaps this season. And everyone who sent me email. You've made this has a really great experience for me, so thanks again, y'all. See you next year.