After the end of it all, two survivors. In many senses of the word.
Lindsey had met Faith during Wolfram and Hart's attempt to recruit her. She wasn't the kind of girl you forgot easily.
So even through a helmet, he recognised her when he saw her, roaring away from the burning wreckage of LA on an undoubtedly stolen Harley.
He stepped out into the road to meet her.
She slowed, and stopped. "That's me. And you'd be Lindsey. I remember you. Thought you were long gone".
"I was. Came back to watch the show".
"Well, it's all done and dusted now. You know he's gone, don't you?"
"Thought he might be. Where you headed?"
"Wherever the road takes me. Get there faster in that truck of yours, though, and without getting stopped".
He smiled slowly. "Well then, hop on in".
And so off they drove into what passed for their sunset. Flame-red sky, just like the one behind them.