Wanting to move God's own off God's green earth. Hey, shoot all the sinners into space, good riddance. Phyllis got a program out of her purse, determined based on the topic that this was the last speaker, and, figuring he had nothing to say that would give her any further enlightenment, decided to leave. When she got outside it was raining quite hard, so she decided to try to get a taxi, in spite of the fact that her hotel was fairly nearby. Light assorted traffic on the street in front of the building.
Music fades down slightly.
Man casually walks out of the building, and looks up at the sky. A cat slinks out of an alley next to the building. Man looks at cat and talks, causing it to run back into the alley. It starts to rain on him. He seems not to notice or mind.