A/N: Hey everyone. So that was quite a finale last night wasn't it? While I enjoyed it, the way the Framework was written out really bummed me out, so I wrote this as a way to cope. Lol. It's being kept as a one-shot for now, but if I think of other things to explore, I'll write more. For now, I hope you enjoy this. :)

"This is how the world ends. Not with a bang, but a…" Radcliffe finds himself in darkness before he can finish his sentence; his drink missing from his hand. "Well, ok then," he comments and then observes his surroundings; nothing, but darkness as far as the eye can see.

"Can't say this is how I pictured the afterlife," he says to no one in particular. "Especially after seeing what might as well have been the Devil. Or maybe I haven't fully been erased yet. Maybe this is the final stage. In the beginning there was darkness, so I suppose it's only fitting that in the end…" Radcliffe is cut off by the sight of a small light in the distance. One that continues to grow with each passing second.

"Is that…Heaven's light?" He wonders. "No. Not after everything I've done, so what is it then?" As if it heard him, the brightness of the light grows exponentially and Radcliffe shields his eyes with his hands. Seconds after doing so, he feels something wet beneath his feet. "That's not possible," he whispers.

He opens his eyes and sees the sand he was sitting on barely a minute ago and the bottle of scotch beside him and the glass; water from the ocean washing up to his feet and then receding to where it came from. Not sure what to do, Radcliffe just lifts a hand up and places it over his rapidly beating heart. He isn't sure if it's wishful thinking or not, but it really feels like his heart is beating and not his mind making him think it is. He sits there for a few moments afraid that this might be just his brain struggling to remember something as it fails back in the real world. After what he guesses to be ten or so minutes, the world remains exactly as it was; unending.

"How?" He wonders again and then snaps his fingers. "The Darkhold. Of course. Matter created from it isn't so easy to wipeout by normal means; especially not from something as simple as a few quick keystrokes. Does this mean we're out of the Framework and in our own dimension now?" Radcliffe wonders. As he continues to ponder this, he slowly gets up to his feet and grabs the glass of scotch. He looks at it for a second then tosses it aside and picks up the whole bottle instead. He takes a long gulp of it and sighs at the taste.

"Ok Radcliffe, you've been given a second chance to make things right, so you better start with…oh shit. Hope!" Radcliffe drops the bottle and races back to town.

"If I ever see Aida again," he mumbles under his breath once he finally reaches the city feeling exhausted from his trek from the beach.

He contemplates asking for a ride the rest of the way to Mack's house, but quickly rules that option out once he sees other people. Things are a sea of mass confusion with people yelling about entire buildings vanishing and suddenly being back or even seeing loved ones temporarily disappear before their very eyes.

Do I ever feel sorry for whomever has to explain this, Radcliffe thinks. Then again, maybe I should be the one to try and help make sense of things once the confusion dies down. But first, Hope.

He takes a deep breath and continues on his way for Mack's home. Screeching tires suddenly catch his attention and he has just enough time to brace himself as a car heads straight for him; an impact does not follow.

...am...am I alive? Radcliffe think. He opens his eyes and sees he's still standing.

"What the Hell is wrong with you?" An angry voice shouts interrupting Radcliffe's sigh of relief.

"I am so sorry, wait a minute. You look familiar to me," Radcliffe says.

"Can't say the same about you," the driver replies as a woman gets out of the passenger's side of the car.

"Be nice to him, Hunter," she says. "He's probably as confused as the rest of us are."

Bobbi and Hunter. That's it, Radcliffe realizes. Read about them in Shield's files. They seemed like good people.

"Confused doesn't even begin to cover it," Radcliffe plays along while also spotting wedding rings on Bobbi and Hunter's fingers.

Looks like the Framework fixed a regret for them as well.

"You look like you could use some help," Bobbi comments.

"Everybody needs help, love," Hunter clarifies.

"Yes! Yes, I need help," Radcliffe answers before he loses their attention. "There's a girl, a child. I think she might be alone. I'm trying to get to her, but I'm exhausted. Can you give me a ride?" He asks them.

"Sure, hop in," Bobbi offers.

"Thank you. Thank you so much." Radcliffe gets into the car and sits in the back.

"What's your name?" Hunter asks.

"Radcliffe. Holden Radcliffe. Take me to, um, 318 LeFranc Drive."

"Well buckle up, Radcliffe, because my wife here drives like crazy," Hunter jokes.

"He's not wrong," Bobbi laughs and kisses her husband's cheek before flooring it and speeding off to their destination.

"Hope! Hope!" Radcliffe shouts racing into Mack's home; Mack himself nowhere to be seen. "Hope!" He yells again.

Please let her be alright. Please. PLEASE, he begs and then makes out the faint sound of someone crying. He follows the sound and finds Hope on her bed with tears streaming down her face.

"My daddy," she cries.

"Your daddy is…is," Radcliffe doesn't know what to say and just sits down beside Hope.

"That lady said I wasn't real. Is that true? Am I going to die?" She continues to sob.

"Hey," Radcliffe says turning her face towards him. "I never saw something fake be able to cry. You're real. As real as can be. You've got your whole life ahead of you now," he assures her and wipes away some of her tears.

"But what about my daddy?"

"Your father. He can't be with you anymore. He stayed with you as long as he possibly could, but in the end, he was taken back to the other side."

"Do you mean Heaven?"

"Um, something like that. It's by no means a paradise, but he's with people that love him." Tears start to fall down Hope's face again.

"Except me," she whispers. Radcliffe pulls her into a hug.

"He loved you more than anything and if he could see you now, I have a pretty good feeling about what he'd want you to do."

"What's that?"

"He'd want you to live. That's all we can do now. Pull ourselves back up and live."