The space is almost empty, it's dark as if one went outside one's home during a new moon.

The only lights - them, both of them.

Well, not much light in Ziggy's case, apparently.

I'm here for you, Ziggy. I'll never give up on you. I'll always be here for you. It won't change any futures, but-- I'll never give up on you. So, come to me, whenever. Please. I know it's not--- but it's all I have, all I can offer.