Ronald Foster has fallen before the Master. The Mark fades, now of no use. A chapter closes and those still living march on. Pathetic. All that for one insignificant insect and his mate.
Yet the prey still casts one more annoyance our way by getting the Hellbeast's tramp through the Gate before being caught. Now Cerberus and her attempt to flee Boston with the Black Leaves and company on their heels.
Go forth, and hunt the miserable hound and his tramp until the end of their days! Isn't it ironic? Ronald threw away his one chance of escape for her, and still saved no one.