We go backstage, where as per the norm almost, we see Robbie being attended to by medics. Fuchsia is at his side, a deep look of concern on her face. Robbie notices the camera.

Oh, hello Universe.

Robbie beckons the medics off.

Babe, they need to...

Robbie reaches towards his forehead and pulls a shard of glass out through his mask, the deep crimson stains becoming expounded. Fuchsia cringes, and he glares at the screen, the whites of his eyes almost glowing in comparison to the caked on gore surrounding them.