Gonna go to the place that's the best
When they lay me down to die
Goin' up to the spirit in the sky
After his horrible conversation with Mal all those weeks ago, Raguel went for a walk. It wasn't outwardly any different from the usual; he walked through the city because he didn't know what else to do. He'd tried sitting in his room but soon began to hate the walls of the place, and the repeating Los Angeles motif of cheapness and cardboard was pleasantly numbing at first. But then he came to the dentist located over a bail bonds shop - a juxtaposition that looked oddly familiar until he realized it was next door to the church where he'd kept his sword. Its stained glass was dark and the walls silent this weekday afternoon. He couldn't remember why he'd decided to keep the thing there.
The next building he passed was a Chevron gas station blaring 'Spirit in the Sky.' He went back to his room for the rest of the week.
When he emerged again, the outside smelled like smoke and a haze hung over everything. Something big was on fire and the hushed atmosphere, the people wearing masks, the air of impending danger matched his mood perfectly. He hesitated a moment, taking it all in.
Well, he wasn't going to the rescue this time. His presence was probably doing more harm than good anyway, and he never liked Los Angeles. Let the whole damned place burn.
Raguel turned his back and started the long walk out of town.