And so with a single bullet meant for the woman the man had fallen in love with, THE JACKET sacrificed all and was never seen nor heard from again (nor was the scar from that fateful bullet, but…well…*JediHandwave*). So thank you, oh beloved green jacket, for laying down your life so that one crazy cannibalistic-aiding-and-abetting intern, one brain tumor, one coma dream, one heartbreak at the Hoover, one seven-month separation, one VERY embedded reporter, one doctor in a photo, one proposal, one blizzard, and one hole in the heart later your owner could FINALLY connect with the woman he loves. The woman you gave your life for. She’s having a baby. He’s the father. And maybe, just maybe GREEN JACKET we owe that all to YOU.

RIP- Your sacrifice was not in vain.

FIN.