From his bunker under the white House, Holly oversaw the progress of the assault on California, Heaven across multiple flat-screens in sync.

He thought he could see everything coming.

But there was one thing he couldn't - his son's vital signs, broadcast from an inter-universal transmitter along with those of all his other soldiers, slowly but surely flatlining. All the soldiers who were dying had their health icons flashing red on the screen in the lower-right corner, and when Lincoln's face joined those ranks, Holly's heart stopped.

He stood from his seat, wishing he could blink and see something different, but to no avail. The icon grew an ever brighter red, then faded to black - which could only mean that Lincoln was dead.

This was too much. On his orders, his father was dead, but he could live with that. His son, however...

"Call them back," he said in a hollow voice. "We're done. I surrender."

"Mr. President?" asked the Chief of Staff. "Are you-"

"I'm sure!" Holly barked. "Send the message to everyone. There's no point in continuing this."

"Right away, Mr. President." The Chief of Staff left the room, issuing commands into her phone.

Allalone, Holly sank back into his seat, tears pouring from his eyes. "Lincoln..."he whispered, feeling the weight of his hopelessly-crushed grand plans on hisshoulders. "Lincoln...I'm so sorry."