Our hero is lying on the floor, just coming to consciousness. She feels helpless and weak, not to mention totally numb from the horrible truth serums that were mercilessly pumped into her veins by Carbaidra herself. Oddly enough, she can still remember vividly the horrible leer on Carbaidra's face as she pushed the needle into her arm injecting that vile fluid. That familiar feeling that had so often been shortly thereafter accompanied by great pleasure and euphoria was now instead followed by pain and loud screaming that could only have been coming from herself. The floor is covered with rotting straw and saturated with black crawling things. They appear to be beetles of some sort, crawling over each other, glistening darkly in the dim light. With a start, Spastra realizes that they must be crawling all over her body as well; just then one falls out of her badly dyed carrot hair and lands on the floor directly in front of her face. It then scrambles out of sight. The smell of the place finally hits her and she vomits uncontrollably.
Not to fear however, because the incredibly capable Morocco is on the hunt for his dearest love, he will not rest until she is found and on her feet again. Unfortunately Morocco has no idea where to look and he begins his search in sunny California. He frequents bars and nightclubs looking for signs of Spastra, as well as taking in the night life at the same time, but is unable to find her.
Spastra dies in a relatively short period of time, lonely and cold. Eventually she is completely eaten by local fauna.
Morocco spends the rest of his life frequenting bars and nightclubs and is eventually beaten to death over a bar tab that he had run up to a sizable sum and skipped out on.
Carbaidra runs a profitable pharmaceuticals company and saves many lives, in addition to gouging elderly people on their daily required pills. She has three children, low-life scum that kill themselves together overdosing on household cleaners.