We appear before the Burned Man and Drewitt’s recently excavated grave. The Pilgrim has long left the scene, leaving the Sole Survivor alone with his thoughts. The mummy looks over the mess he made with a shaky sigh, wondering how long it’ll take Tombstone to punish him for freeing the Explorer and desecrating hallowed ground.

“Back when I still had my skin and muscle, I would make it my mission to save people regardless of what situation they were in. It didn’t matter to me if it seemed hopeless, if they were in danger, I’d try my damnedest to get them out of trouble alive.”

He pauses for a minute as he attempts to mentally convince himself he did the right thing.

“That goes doubly so if someone doesn’t want me to save them to begin with. Some sick fucks would go to great lengths to stop me from saving a helpless victim that they trapped in a perilous scenario. So much so that they’ll go above and beyond to make sure they’re unsalvageable.”

Beat.

“Sometimes they’ll try to make sure I can’t find them to begin with. Other times they’ll try to kill them before I can come in to save the day. This is the first time I’ve encountered a case where both apply.”

TBM places his hands on his hips and looks up at the sky.

“I came here in the hopes that I’d find Faith. I’ve searched the Cemetery for hours in the hopes that I’d hear him pounding on one of these graves, pleading for someone to let him out. When I heard the banging on a coffin six feet under, I jumped at the chance to save him.”

Maxwell then looks back at the hole he dug.

“However, I soon discovered that it wasn’t my son. No one with a epitaph of ‘rest, awaken, rest’ could be confused for my boy. It would be obvious to everyone that it’s the immortal Drewitt.”

Another beat.

“That didn’t mean I could leave him to suffer eternally though. Tombstone might be comfortable with it, but I sure as Hades am not.”

He lets his hands fall back to their natural position, proceeding to ball them into fists at the same time.

“You might want to believe what you’re doing is right, Ferryman. However, you’re not killing Drewitt, you’re only prolonging his torment.”

He scoffs.

“I, on the other hand, am doing the right thing. Like it or not, the Pilgrim is alive and wanted help. No matter how far you dug or how long he was down there, I was going to save his life.”

Another quick pause.

“Even if you were staring me down and telling me to stop, I would’ve saved his life anyways. I’ve been in a staring contest with certain death before, and I made death blink.”

He looks straight ahead now.

“So try to succeed where death failed before. Ferry me to Hades. But be careful, you might just get burned.”

We cut as the sound of fluttering fills our ears.