Mars, somewhere in the universe, 2078...

It had taken Edward a little while to find the right grave, especially since Jet claimed he couldn't remember where it was, but once she did find it, there was no mistaking it. Nothing fancy or dramatic; just a small, cleanly-carved headstone with the last name of the deceased engraved on it, along with the years of birth and death - a life of only 27 years - and an epitaph reading "WHATEVER HAPPENS, HAPPENS." Yeah, it was his all right.

Ed paid her last respects and said her goodbyes, and that was the end of it. They'd never been that close compared to the other Bebop crew members, so there was little that could be said anyway. After that, she strolled out the front gates of the cemetery, humming an appropriately upbeat tune.

She walked along without a destination, neither wanting nor needing one. Half an hour later, she found herself on the edge of a cliff that looked out upon the man-made lake filling the rest of crater that the city itself did not use. Ed leaned over the guard rail and gazed out at the water. The sun was setting far beyond the rust-colored mountains, coloring the sky a splendid spectrum of violet, red, and orange. The sea sparkled under the light like a liquid treasure chest filled with a thousand multicolored jewels.

"I just don't know, Faye," Edward said out loud. "I never thought it was would be this strange. I got him for you, and there's still that emptiness inside me...and it feels that way because you're not here. I mean, it's not like I thought killing him would bring you back; I know better than that. It's just that...I don't know. I never expected...to be on my own like this. I know I've still got friends out there...people who really care about me, like you did...but it just isn't the same."

She paused and kept staring at the water like she expected an answer to emerge from it.

"Listen to me," she said, chuckling. "This is exactly the kind of thing you warned me about. Your fourth rule, remember? You taught me never to gamble...not just with my money, but with my feelings. I guess that rule is a little harder to follow than the others, isn't it?"

A group of bicycle riders rolled past her, ringing their bells in a chiming chorus, and Edward stopped again until they were gone, just so she could hear herself think.

"But you don't need to worry. I'll be okay. And don't worry about Jet either. I'll take good care him, I promise."

One more thing on her mind remained, and she mentally collected nothing less than the right selection of words before she dictated it.

"You left behind one hell of a legacy, Faye-Faye," she said. "Wherever you are, I love you...and I miss you."

She stood up from the rail and started walking again, sliding her hands into her pockets. She halted when she felt something inside her right pocket that she hadn't noticed before. She took hold of it, pulled out her hand, and looked the object over.

A single bullet, shell and all. There was nothing special about it...just a spare bullet that happened to be in her pocket.

Now she remembered. Edward put that bullet there a year ago, because she swore she was going to save it for Double-E. It must have slipped into a hole in the lining, because she completely forgot about it. It was of course far too late to use it on Double-E...so there was only one thing she could think of to do with it now.

She turned toward the lake, made a complete circle, and snapped her arm in a hard upward arch, sending the bullet high into the air.

As she watched it's escalation, Ed looked at the water again. Off in the distance, she saw a specter of a raven-haired woman, dressed in yellow, walking away from her. The ghostly image stalled and turned to Edward, and it smiled and waved at her as it faded away.

Edward waved back at the apparition, even after it disappeared.

She looked up at the sky, and she saw the bullet just beginning to make its descent. She extended her right arm and curled closed all her fingers except her index finger and thumb, making an imaginary gun with her hand. The bullet continued falling, and Edward closed one eye and took aim. When the plunging bullet came into perfect alignment with the angle at which she pointed her finger, she "fired" the nonexistent weapon.