It had been a score since the events leading up to Daniel's death began. Ben now sat in what had once been his lover's office, looking out over the city he had had Andy mould into his creative vision. For now though, he had work too do. People knew too much. He opened the drawer and removed a red spiral bound notebook and a blue plastic stick. He pocketed Andy's diary as a keepsake and took the chip down to Nathan's office. He stopped short when he saw the extent to which Nathan had covered his walls. Starting in the centre of the window with an upside down A, and branching out from there were newspaper clippings, string, sticky notes, printouts, transparencies, overlays, pins, maps and other ephemera which covered the window, and three walls up to the door, such that it looked about to spill into the corridor. As Ben studied this, a look of shock spread across his face. He frantically tried to dial Nathan's phone, but kept getting the voicemail. He slumped against the desk and began to cry. It began to dawn on him who he had just killed. All of the work on the walls served only to prove just how far Nathan had got with realising Ben's plans. The one man who Ben could have done with was now dead. Ben jumped up and began his final acts.

Ben ran as fast as he could to 5b Morecambe Road and smashed his way in through the front door. He ran to Daniel's LPNet phone, and inserted the blue chip into the expansion slot. As soon as the phone recognised it he pulled it out and ran off, leaving the phone flashing "Ready." Having repeated this procedure at St. Peter’s Cathedral, he ran back to the Lancaster Prime Building and up to Nathan's Office. Emergency procedures put in place twenty years ago were beginning to come online for the only time. Shaking as he pushed the chip into Nathan's phone, he waited for the signal, and then pushed the Send button. He hit the Send button again, stopping the phone as it read "Emergency Extraction Heliservice: Dialling…" Then he slumped against the desk once more.

The LPNet all over the city began to shut off. Power went first, followed by phones, television and water. Authorisations to use vehicles became invalid and so all vehicles in the city shut off. The city came to a complete standstill. Then the LPNet phones came back on. Instantly, everyone in the city tried to call someone. Every receiver got picked up, and from every receiver came an ear piercing noise. Some tried replacing their handsets, or unplugging their phones but to no avail. Along with the sound, the phones started flooding the city with an invisible EM field, the combination of which was fatal. Headache and nose bleeds were the first symptoms, followed by difficulty breathing and eardrum haemorrhaging. Within minutes the entire city was dead.

Ben was still leant against the desk holding tightly onto Andy's diary, blood running down him and collecting in a pool on the floor soaking into the carpet. Soon the phones stopped, only to be replaced with something much worse. Nathan's phone read "Clean Sweep in Progress," as a wave of neutron radiation rolled over the city, dissolving all organic material in its path and irradiating everything else for a long time to come.

"What! No!" shouted Daniel, as now the light from the top of the stairs shone on Michael's face. He was dirty, his hair long and he was leant in the corner of the room. "You can't!"
"I stopped him once before Daniel, but I don't know if I will this time."
"Nathan? You're a revolutionary? I don't believe it. I thought you were L.P.?" Daniel realised who the man was who had descended the stairs. Michael started.
"A revolutionary? Ha, no. And definitely not L.P. either Daniel. We've been watching, or even overseeing you from the beginning, and decided that it has been quite long enough."
Michael muttered under his breath, "NATO." Nathan smiled as he charged towards Daniel and then frowned as he ran straight past him. Holding the metal point out in front of him, Michael charged right into Nathan. Nathan clutched his chest as Michael backed off. Daniel stared in shock. Nathan started to chuckle and then broke into whole hearted laughter. The others stared at him.
"Well done, Michael," Nathan collapsed to his knees, blood now trickling from his mouth. "Now finish what you started twenty years ago." Nathan collapsed onto the floor and dropped a small grey ovoid. Michael grabbed this and crouched next to Daniel. He pulled out a small metal pin.
"It's time. For Lancater Prime!" Michael shouted as he dropped it on the ground, stood up and turned around. He closed his eyes as Daniel screamed.
"Damn you, Andy!"

Tim bundled John into a room and locked the door. John looked confused.
"But… but… Daniel! He promised! He promised me Daniel!" John shouted, pounding on the door.
"There has been a change of plans, John," Tim replied. "You have been deemed… undivatastic."
"Undiva-what? What's going on?" Tim didn’t reply to John's pleas as he raised a gun to his back. He fired. "Undivatastic, John, as in, not having enough diva."