The real world's the same as it ever was. Shit in a lot of ways, but holding itself together. Big case was over, asshole was shipped off to the talk show circuit, everything back to normal.

[Except for all the things that would never be the same.]

[Before he can brood too much, he catches sight of the writing behind Ishimaru.]

What's got you thinking about all that? Something happen?

If you're bored, there's gotta be something to do besides think of self-help book titles.

[He tilts his head and peers behind the kid. His body's blocking some of the writing.]

We are not what yet?