It is night in the small "village" of Alaska. “It's quiet.” Jesse softly says with a smile to the bull-horned Ed.

“Don't you need this?” Ed asked. Jesse nodded once.

Ed got into his car and waved goodbye to him in the truck and drove off into the snowy road. Jesse remains silent and walks around the snow, wearing a fluffy black coat, a cable knit sweater, dark brown boots, and dark blue pants. On his right hand, he has a black scorpion tattoo with a hole in the center.