Years later:

The gray-furred kat grinned as he surveyed the drink. He knew it was poison. The kat who sat across from him meant for him to die. "Tell me, Frank, after all these years, did you really think I'd be dumb enough to quaff strychnine?" The other guard shrugged nonchalantly.

"Bal, you've been a good friend to me, and a better cop. Do you really think I'm dumb enough to kill you so silently?" He stood. "You'll want to know why, then. That all really has to do with my name. You see, for years, I never took the time to look through my past. I always thought my name was just Francis Lee Grebble. It's a horrid last name, but so are many others. I didn't think much of it. However, one day, I was looking through an old photo album, when I saw it. 'Adela and Lisa Bercharon.' Clear as day. I looked back over the photos in horror as I realized... well, you can probably guess." Balthamus grinned humourlessly.

"Lisa married Ray Grebble. You're Adela's nephew." Frank nodded.

"That's right. And you're the man that killed my aunt. You lied, Bal. You told me half-truths. My mother told me what really happened. You seduced her, and you left her to die by Dark Kat's hand. Then, when she was dead, you shot Dark Kat to claim all the credit. You're a good actor, Bal. However, the game is up." The one-legged kat grimaced as he stood.

"I'd say I'm ashamed, or even surprised, but I'm not. Lisa never did like me. I suppose..." He frowned. "I never thought she'd make you kill me, though. I guess I'll have to ask Adela about when I get up there." All of a sudden, a gray Enforcer car pulled up to the small security booth. Bal answered it calmly. "Who's there?" The window rolled down to reveal Chance and Felina Furlong. "Oh, hey. You going to be staying here long?" Chance grinned at the gray kat.

"Nah. It's going to be a quick trip. We're just dropping by to pick up a few papers, and then we'll be gone." Bal nodded humourlessly.

"Righto. I'll probably have to check out before you're back, though. Have fun, and don't get tied up in bureaucratic nonsense." He closed the window and pressed a button on the control panel. The gate slid open, and the car entered the compound. Bal turned back to his fellow guard. "Anyway?" Frank looked shocked.

"You could have turned me in. You didn't. Why?" Bal shrugged.

"Why should I? That just justifies your insane accusations. You see, Frank, you're confused. Much too confused. I love Adela more than myself. I know it won't mean much to you now, but you'll understand one day when you truly love someone. It's not something you can fake." Frank stared at the older kat, who smiled gently at him. "You can sit here and tell me that I'm a liar for as long as you want. I'm an old kat, Frank. I've lived for a good long while. Seventy is quite enough for me. It's time to move on. However, there's something you should remember when I'm gone." Bal picked up the glass and raised it in a toast. Frank's jaw dropped.

"You can get so hung up on whether the glass is half full or half empty that you forget to think about what happens after you drink it. You see, after the glass empties, you can put whatever you want in it. Someone near and dear to me taught me that."