A/N – This will be the last chapter for now until the end of Season Eight next year.

He had been shot twice in the chest and now he was lying on the cold ground, staring at Galvez and Tony. He could only hope that Tony would be able to get Galvez and call for help soon, and he felt shit. Trying to give Tony his gun, Tony refused it, much to Larry's wonder. It was only when Galvez lowered his gun that he knew what was going on. Staring straight at Tony, he saw regret already forming in his dark eyes – Larry could only guess at how genuine it was.

As Tony's hand covered his blood-filled mouth and nostrils, he fought hard not to let Tony kill him, but he was already far too weak to put up a real fight. Losing conciousness, his last thoughts were of Renee. He knew that he would miss her.

Sitting up slowly, Larry coughed a couple of times, before realising that he was no longer outside, nor was Tony or Galvez anywhere to be seen. He was shocked to see the crowd of people there with him in the bright room, but overjoyed to see his parents, who had been dead for many years.

"Mom? Dad?," Larry spoke to them as he walked towards them.

"Hello, son," his father spoke as the three embraced each other.

"Where are we?," Larry asked, curious and bewildered by how he had managed to get from the place where he had been to this strange room.

"The end of your existence," his mother replied, much to his shock and confusion.

"You're already dead, son, but for the next couple of minutes, your brain will have a faint trace of activity. That activity is your imagination, where we are right now," his father spoke.

"If this is my imagination, then why would I imagine such a place?" Larry asked, getting more confused.

"You're dead, Larry. Your imagination is not controlled by you anymore and soon, it will fall into oblivion like the rest of you. Or it might go on into an afterlife with you, I don't know the answer of what lies beyond death," his mother replied.

"See the light, Larry? I'm sure you know what it is," his father spoke quietly as he pointed to a bright spot of light that was growing on one of the walls.

"Goodbye," Larry spoke to the crowd, and began to walk towards the light.

As Larry walked into the light, he felt at peace, and as he felt at peace, the room and his self ceased to exist.