Back at the scattered chaos that defines the end of every Rose Ceremony, Misty hugs Bob noncommittally. He hazards a "thank you for being here," and she silently walks away. Oh, nice. Bob stares at Misty's back, thinking about how much he loves being the bad guy. I'm sure this won't eat away at him at all. Outside, she's wailing. Inside, they're toasting. And the Queen Mary sails on proudly.