NEXT MORNING...

"WHAT!!!? YOU'RE LEAVING ALREADY~!?" The angels valiantly scream in shock.

"Yeah... It's mission accomplished, right?" Pickle responds. "We'll be bringing home the creatives with us, too!"

"I also have some things to do down there, so I'll be going along with them!" Louie interrupts the conversation.

Cider walks toward Louie. "Hold it right there. Remember what I wrote on the changelog?"

"The one where awake people during the reset will gain the ability to wake up only for this update?"

"It seems you have memorized it in full detail." Cider grins out. "What I was trying to say is... If you want, we can permanently wake up a friend of yours."

Louie adjusts his glasses, not believing what she just told him. "Get out of here."

"Five years of your built oneiric power has been sacrificed to wake only two people in that timeframe. Will you be willing to wait another two and a half years?"

He hugs Cider tightly.

"...I want her awake now." Louie lightly sobs. "I don't want to risk her getting removed."

Cider looks around her and hugs Louie back.

"Alright. Okay. Just tell me who they are, and I'll wake them up for you."

Louie expresses a compassionate smile and lets go of Cider's hug.

Iggy notices that something's amiss with the conversation. "Wait, your conversation has been implying that..."

"Yes, Iggy. The angels had made a final decision. The maintenance will take 47 years." Lorde replies, preparing Iggy's bag with fresh laundry and clothes.

An unfortunate look graces Iggy's face. He begins crying, the angels looking back at each other.

Lorde explains their reasons to Iggy. "Iggy, we're doing this for the greater good of Timeline-2. We need to make Massacre think that we're still struggling with the eel somehow and that we were prolonging the time it takes to weed the Industrials and the uncreatives out."

Cider calms his gloomy expression. "I hope you can understand, but we can't risk Massacre's return. He doesn't know anything that happened here. What happens in heaven stays in heaven."

Iggy stops crying and wipes his tears. "No, it's just that... The people I met here..."

Zachary...

Kay...

Puelle...

"They were great people." He says, completing the sentence.

Iggy gets himself together and takes a deep breath.

"What will they say when I turn 59?" He snickers out.

"Dunno, they will probably die or something~" Royal says, much to Lorde's dismay as she elbows him angrily.

"Hey! Royal! We haven't settled my grudge yet for saying Digital Art isn't real art!" Pickle screams out inside Iggy's stomach.

"You froze us to death~ that's enough of a punishment for us!" Royal banters out.

"Why you! Iggy! Ong State! Now!" Pickle jokingly blurts to Iggy, who is smiling in return.

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All the angels begin laughing out loud as they cheer in celebration.

MOMENTS THEREAFTER...

"Alright! We have received our new directive from Consul-General Cider. Bring all the creatives to the train station!" Werbo commands the angels in front of him.

"And you, Tiny! Your directive to create a grave for Mantis Bitch!" Werbo says, pointing at the lava pit.

"Directive received!" The rest of the angels give their salutations to Werbo.

Dozens of angels return to Timeline-2 to retrieve their sacks of sleeping people, not to bring them to heaven, but to put them back where they used to be sleeping.

Some were placed back in their couches...

Others were placed back in their overtime offices...

While the rest were returned to their beds.

At Power City's museum, a broken face from Zikh.

"Who demolished this sacred place..." Lorde and Royal keep their guilty mouths shut as Zikh looks back at them with suspicion.

The tridot comes out of the rubble and has some words to say; Lorde and Royal's eyes dilating in pure horror.

At Yoshim's Cafe, a couple of angels look at the building, assessing the damage.

"Should we remove this cafe?" Lola asks her peers.

"No way! This cafe is where it all started!" An angel explains. "If Iggy and The Follower didn't visit this place then he wouldn't have made it to heaven, stupid!"

"Really?" Lola realizes. "If so, then this place should be sacred ground."

She shouts at the angels who are identifying what has to be removed from the cafe. "Hey! Angels! Prepare this place for canonization! We're turning this cafe into holy ground!"

At the Farmer's Market, a few angels cleaning up the mess outside a graphics studio.

In the studio, a note was left to the sleeping artists. It says:

"Sorry we kidnapped you, Praise be to Digital Art!"

- Royal

Royal comes out of the place and Iggy offers him a swag fistbump.

At Pie's house, a frantic Louie slams on the door to her room, unlocking it by force.

Pie is nowhere to be seen.

From the back, a random angel with a sack comes inside the room... And pulls out Pie from the sack.

FLAMES IN LOUIE'S EYES.

He tackles the angel and breaks the wall. There they go, dropping themselves from the second-floor window.

Pie wakes up from her beauty sleep, yawning as she looks at the hole in her room.

She glances out and sees a duel, which she is nonchalant about. Louie looks at her and waves with a big smile in his eyes, strangling the angel in the process.

At Pital's greenhouse, A picture frame of her, Louie, and Gaia.

She had fallen asleep gardening the entire time.

Her husband, also asleep, is sitting on a chair with a newspaper on his head.

At heaven...

RIP

Mantis Bitch

You were never respected.

Cider offers a bouquet of roses on her grave, which is just in front of the lava pit.

Tiny pats Cider's shoulder, much to her discomfort.

At the Trinity Town Train Station, a black train arrives.

Footsteps from the heels of someone who is coming out of the train can be heard...

It's The Director.

"Search the premises. We're returning in four hours and we'll not stop returning until we retrieve Iggy and The Follower's bodies!" She orders her subordinates.

"Noted, director! Move out!" The subordinate head responds as they all make their way out of the train.

But as they were heading out of the train, a stream of angels, led by Iggy and Louie, surprises them.

"...Iggy?" The director says, adjusting her glasses.

"Director!" Iggy and Pickle reply, with Iggy running towards her.

Iggy flexes his arrival by sharing something with The Director. "Look what we've got! Come on, guys! Board them in!"

From the angels' sacks comes a hundred sleeping creatives, all being boarded into the train.

The Director can't help but be surprised. "Iggy... Follower... What happened here?"

"What happens in heaven, stays in heaven! Right, guys?" Iggy tells The Director.

All the angels blurt out the same word. "Right!"

She tilts her head and smiles. "Heh, Looks like I'll never know."

"Says the person with my script autowriting what I do..." Pickle complains.

"No, really, I don't know." The Director insists. "I heard heaven blocks out all earthly signals, right?"

"God bless the soul of the script stalker..." Pickle emotionlessly tells her.

LATER...

The angels finish boarding the sleeping creatives. Iggy, from the window, waves at the angels as the train horns make a sound.

"Well, it's time to go..." The Director tells Iggy and Pickle, still in his stomach.

The train starts turning away from the station.

"Have you said your goodbyes?" The Director says, looking out at the window.

"Holy crap, I haven't!" Iggy realizes.

He immediately pops his head out of the window.

"I'll see you guys next time! Goodbye!" Iggy cheerfully screams out.

All the angels at the station wave back at his enthusiastic face.

"Take care of yourself!" Lorde and Royal shout from a distance.

"If you need a therapist, I'll offer you my lifetime service!" Louie added.

"I'll frame your memoir!" Zikh crosses his arms and smirks.

"Goodbye, Queen Bee!" Werbo sobs with great sadness.

Tears of joy fill Iggy's eyes as he looks at the plains ahead of him. "Right."

...

"OFF TO OUR NEXT DESTINATION!"