Kon kicks the teeth away, but it breaks a window to his little Hawaiian compound. Except it doesn't matter, because the windows are all broken, and the place is run down and empty.

There's a picture on the floor in a cracked frame, and he picks it up. It's of him and a blonde girl, a balding, sleazy looking man, a grey alien thing with horns, and a beautiful Hawaiian girl with black hair. In it, Kon looks vastly different--garish fade haircut, red and blue tights, pointless belts, and he even has an earring. The grin on his face is cheesy.

Carefree.

Kon looks around the little shack. "Cassie?"

She's not here now.

"Cassie, you weren't supposed to leave me, too. I thought you were going to be the one to stay..."

This isn't the first dream he's ever had about this, about abandonment, and it probably won't be the last, but having dreams like it don't help him realize it is a dream.

Kon doesn't let go of the picture as he walks outside to the beach. There are places in the trees that are in the shadows if Roxie wants to follow.