Here Comes the Sun

They were back at the Pancake Palace.

The day had come and gone. Mira Sorvino, Larry, and the rest of the parking lot had been cleaned up by Charlie's agents.

Gordo was in jail, but Tim the Fake Prophet was still on the loose.

Now they were wrapped up in darkness again, as if in a warm blanket.

The Night Chasers were celebrating a victory--just like old times.

JONO: Alma! We heard you quit.
ALMA: I retired, but then I got bored.
SARA: How come we never recruited her?
CHARLIE: We couldn't afford her.

Janie couldn't believe that she had been chosen to be the next Prophet. It was a huge honor.

CHARLIE: As far as we can tell, Janie, you're the first female Prophet in history.
SARA: Considering how lousy her left hook is--
CHARLIE: Sara--
JANIE: It's all right. Let her talk. She's just jealous.
JONO: So Janie, are you going to stay on the team?
CHARLIE: She can't stay on the team. She's the Prophet.
SARA: Besides, there is no more team. We were trying to find out who killed Nat. We found out. We got revenge. Now we can all go back to our lives.
JANIE: Oh, I don't know about that.

The assassins were surrounding the Pancake Palace. Janie had managed to acquire a few by putting an ad on Match.com.

She was going to be a different kind of Prophet.

JANIE: I think we still have some unfinished business.

She was going to succeed where others had failed.

JANIE: Anyone want my bacon?

She was going to kill the Night Chasers.