In the tunnel of the Bone Gnawers...

Despite the chaos and the confusion, Wishbone finds the time to attend to a necessary duty.  What he was able to retrieve of Chases Cars is pitiful, and probably wouldn't do much more than fill a pizza box--but the remains are carried with reverence, and laid to rest in a place that was prepared some time ago.  Wishbone was ready to say goodbye to his oldest friend...just not this way.

<< Cars, you deserved a better death, and you deserve a better sending-off...and, if we live through this, you're gonna get one.  You did more for this Sept than anyone could've asked or expected.  You earned your rest a dozen times over, and still you stayed...because we needed you. >>

He murmurs the words of the Rite of Cleansing, anointing what little is left. 

<< Rest well, old friend.  As for the one who did this...he'll burn for it.  I'll make sure of that, or go down trying with my teeth locked. >>

He places the stones of the caern in place gently, reverently.

<< I'm gonna miss the hell out of you. >>