He looks at his wife strangely. She looks back. They simply sit there staring at each other until he realizes she’s not actually looking at him. She’s looking past him.

He turns around to see his mailman standing there, his hand missing. He opens up the mailbox and pulls out the severed hand. “THATS where I left it.” The mailman mutters to himself. And he walks away leaving the man who found the gun and his wife standing there.

”’Finally,” she says to herself. “Took him long enough to pick it up.” And the man who found the gun turned around and looked at his wife strangely again.