Cassidy wandered through Dave's purgatory, the endless gray stretching in all directions, and there she saw Charlotte.
"Listen, Charlotte," Cassidy began gently. "I've been thinking... maybe it's time for you to rest. I'm sure your father misses you, and—"
"No! I'm not done yet!" Charlotte shouted, her voice echoing across the void.
"Charlotte... this hatred," Cassidy said carefully, "it's consuming you."
"LEAVE ME ALONE, CASSIDY! I'LL DECIDE WHEN I'M DONE!" Charlotte's words slammed into Cassidy like fists.
Cassidy's voice softened. "I'm sorry, Charlotte... you don't... hate me, do you?"
Charlotte's shoulders relaxed just a little. "I don't hate you. But you need to stay out of my way."
Cassidy exhaled, shoulders slumping. "Okay..." she whispered, turning and walking away.
Eventually, Cassidy found herself in a quieter space within limbo. The air was still, strange, but not oppressive. There, sitting on a fallen log, was William.
"Come and sit with me a while, Cassidy," he said softly, patting the spot beside him.
Cassidy hesitated, then sat.
"Listen, Cassidy..." William began, eyes distant. "Charlotte is just... so angry. I'm sure we've all felt that rage at some point, haven't we?"
"I know... but..." Cassidy said quietly. "I just... wish she'd give this up. Her dad... he misses her so much."
"Henry's a strong man," William replied. "He'll get through this."
"And what about you?" Cassidy asked, voice careful.
William's eyes darkened. His expression grew heavy. "Me? I... I gave up my happiness a long time ago, Cassidy."
"But you deserve it!" Cassidy said gently. "You've helped so many people!"
William shook his head slowly. "People that never would have died... if I didn't exist."
A long silence stretched between them, broken only by the faint whisper of wind through the desolate space.
William exhaled, resigned. "Leave the demon to his demons. Rest your own soul. There is nothing else."
Cassidy absorbed his words. Then, with a steadying breath, she walked to the pond's edge. The water was still—almost welcoming. She sat, lowered her legs into the surface, and gently pushed herself forward, letting the water claim her.
At last, her soul found rest.
Now, the only sounds William could hear were the winds of his new "home," and the tormented screams of the demon that once haunted him.