And the story comes full circle, as Margo goes back to wandering the streets and muttering to herself. But she must be feeling better because she's turning her back on the man who left her and ordering her mouth to smile. Just like old times.
I'll miss you nondescript buildings and 1940s cars, but not as much as I'll miss primary color turtlenecks/blazers. Don't you change in the comics afterlife A3G.