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Oh no! Rhodes Island's medicines are in there too!

Phew... No one's come in, thank heavens.

I better keep the door shut tight!

Wh-Who's there?! D-Don't come in!

Susie, it's me, Bean.

Mr. Bean? Are you here to... ask for money as well?

(Awkwardly clears throat) No, nothing of the sort.

Look, we're terribly sorry, Susie. I'm here to apologize on Stone's behalf too. We've caused nothing but trouble for you with our big mouths.

No, it's okay, it wasn't on purpose.

Actually, I came here to...

Discuss something with you.

Go ahead.

Now that you're well-off, we were wondering if... we could rebuild the Green Spark, right where it used to be.

That's...

I know we're asking too much and it's not our money to begin with. I... Just forget I said anything. Where's Bitter Root by the way?

On a work trip.

Well, he better come back soon. I don't like how a young lady's alone with that much money on you.

Bah, what's the point of me going on about all this? Anyways, you get some rest now.

Mr. Bean, how much would it cost to rebuild the Green Spark?

Huh? Uh...

Let me see... The lot's still there, no extra cost for that. A hundred quid to the city council and we can start working.

Rebuilding the interior should be about... a thousand and five, maybe six hundred. Add in the council's cut and some odds and ends, and I reckon two thousand pounds should do. Shouldn't be any higher than that.

Look, Susie...

Well, go ahead and call the council, then.

R-Really?

Of course. I'm doing alright for myself at Rhodes Island, so I think it's better I put all this money to good use helping everyone out before it turns my entire life upside down.

'All this money'? No way, surely we couldn't possibly need that much?

It's fine, really. See the mailbox outside? It'll be much better than dealing with all these people from heaven-knows-where sending me letters.

Then, I'll go tell the lads the good news?

Yes! On the double!

Bitter Root! You're back!

I heard all about what happened. Who knew things could have taken such a turn in the two short weeks I was gone?

Oh, no need to sound so negative. I think it's all rather wonderful, really.

James has been dropping by every day to give an update. Sounds like it'll be fully rebuilt in a few days.

Two thousand pounds, was it? Bean's estimate was pretty accurate. Low-ball, even.

Not like there's any more to give. I haven't cashed in the ticket yet, so all I had was that two thousand quid. It really did all go towards rebuilding the Green Spark. Not a single penny's gone towards wages.

Wages, huh... I don't think Bean ever brought the topic up with you. Is that really alright? You might have to take a big chunk out of the ten grand you left for yourself. Not sure how much'll be left after.

It's fine. Everyone's been having a rough time, so it's the least I could do. If it wasn't rebuilding the pub, I'd still be helping them out some other way.

Paying them is the least I can do for their hard work, even if they're too embarrassed to bring it up.

Figuring that out yourself means you've got a good head on your shoulders.

Oh, right, the finance from that shampoo factory should be back from holiday, right? Can't take them longer than building a pub, can it?

May I help you, sir...?

We're here to trade in this ticket.

Oh, a friend of Susie's, I see.

Judging by the grins on your faces, you must have won big! Congratulations, second prize and two thousand pounds should keep you comfortable for quite some time, even if you splurge a bit!

Two thousand pounds?

Right, two thousand Victorian pounds—

Sorry, miss, but mind reading that ticket again? I think you forgot a zero.

Wait, what? What's it say?

Twenty thousand pounds. First prize.

First prize?!

That can't be right... Hold it up for me while I confirm it.

Well, there's certainly nothing wrong with it. How peculiar...

What's going on here? What's all the commotion?

Sir, this young lady's won our first prize, but as I recall, someone redeemed first prize before I went on leave, no?

Hmm? Mind if I see that ticket?

Th-This...

The other first prize ticket's over here... Why are there two tickets with identical numbers?

Well, this one's obviously a phony! Qu-Quick, call the police, and get these two scammers out of my sight at once!

With all due respect, sir, but what the hell are you talking about?

He's right, sir. Miss Glitter here is an upstanding, honest soul. Why, she's even been named 'the City's Hero'! Why would she do such a thing?

The two sides stare daggers at one another, but before things can escalate any further, Susie begins to speak.

Why did it have to be like this... Why...?

I... I can't pay their wages...

She does not cry, but her helpless muttering is more heart-breaking than any sobbing or weeping.

Oh, hey! Bitter Root, Susie! Perfect timing—

Bean, there's something I have to tell you and the others.

What could be more important than this? There's just one last thing we have to do before the job's done: put the Green Spark's sign back up where it belongs!

Would you like to do the honors, Susie?

Susie...?

N-No... I can't...

Why the sad look? Bad memories?

No. I... I'm fine.

I'll hang it up, then! Everyone's been fighting over who gets to do it.

Susie follows Bean to the Green Spark's front door.

The arboretum and lighting store has been restored to the way it was before the fire, with one new addition. Tucked away in a corner of the pub is a mirror, a barber's chair and all sorts of hairdressing equipment.

The gilded lettering across the storefront glints and glimmers, and the entire store is awash with the smell of a newly furnished building.

Bean climbs up a ladder, gingerly hanging up the Green Spark's sign as applause and cheering break out all around him.

Here's to a bar that won't give us the stink eye! Three cheers for the Green Spark!

Hip hip, hooray!

Susie looks around the rebuilt arboretum and lighting store-slash-pub-slash-barbershop.

It should have been the start of a new life for her.

At the very least, its reconstruction could have provided some income for those who contributed.

But why, why did it always come to this?

Upon hearing the cheering crowd, she feels a lump in her throat and her vision begins to blur.

*sob*...

Susie, we know the place holds some bad memories for you, but...

*sob*... *sob*...

Oh, come on now, Sparky, you're breaking my heart with your crying. What's the matter?

The ticket... The head of the factory said it was fake, but it's not... The twenty thousand pounds, my savings, everyone's lives... *sob*...

The ticket? A fake?

You were going to say something to Bean earlier, Bitter Root. What's going on here?

The shampoo factory won't accept Susie's ticket. They say the first prize has already been claimed.

What kind of game are they playing?!

The lottery was obviously rigged, but the boss messed up and Susie ended up with the real first prize ticket. Now they're saying it was a printing error and won't give her a penny.

They got some bloody stones on them. The 'Bright Future' factory, yeah? That's just to the south of the Infected block. Susie's been buying their product from the start, all because they said they'd support our community, no?

Is this the kind of 'support' their chief meant?

Let's go, boys! We're gonna have ourselves a chat!

Yeah!

Hold it, most of you are Infected. If you all head to the factory, wouldn't you...?