Jane sits in the middle of her motel room, cutting faces out of magazines. Finally, she puts down the magazines and picks up her purse. Slipping the scissors inside, she heads out the door in search of a new "life".
*As darkness fell over Gotham, Ted bade Rosie and the other occupants of her home farewell for the evening, caught a bus, and rode to Arkham asylum. Slipping in through the front door, he made his way to the reception desk.*
Uh, hi, I'm Ted. The new night watchman?