In Scotland, heavy rain hammers down as Catty is buried beside her mother. Alice stands with her family—her father, Granddad, El, and Finn—each physically holding on to someone while Alice clutches her umbrella, feeling rooted in the mud. The wake at Granddad's pub feels unbearable, so Alice escapes into the storm, letting the rain batter her until she can breathe, imagining Catty's fingers lacing with hers.

The scene then shifts to Sabine's penthouse, where Alice waits in the bathroom shower, surrounded by steam. She listens as Sabine removes her lace dress and chain mail and approaches. The shower's countertop bears a fresh break where a hand-length shard of slate has been pried free, implying Alice's preparation.

Sabine steps in and embraces Alice from behind. The touch triggers Alice's full memory of her murder: Sabine pinning her to the bed, hair tightening around Alice's throat, the cold weight and the smell of iron, wet earth, and dead flowers, and the final stutter of her heart.

Turning in Sabine's arms, Alice drives the jagged slate directly into Sabine's heart. Sabine does not scream or struggle; she merely frowns and begins to disintegrate, collapsing into ash and rot, the residue of centuries falling away in the water.

As the shower runs, ash spirals toward the drain, leaving only a scatter of tokens on weathered chains on the tile. Alice shuts off the water, towels off, dresses, and pads barefoot back into the main room, her damp footprints fading on the concrete.

Reaching the sofa, Alice's knees give out. She sinks down, head back, and waits, breathing in a single shuddering breath, willing herself to feel alive again as water drips from her hair like the beat of a heart.