They all now have their own private hell and prison – Peter, whom Keller’s shot has paralyzed from his waist down; Elizabeth, who despite the intense therapy can’t sleep without sedatives; Neal, whose prison is literal; heavy metal bars that will be his only view for the rest of his life; and finally Mozzie, who every morning is woken up by the cries of sea gulls, and surrounded by the luxury of his extravagant home, he is once more reminded that not even the whole ocean out there can wash away his sins.