After the explosion of hives throughout the City, Agents MacMillian, Morrisson, Herschler, Watts, and Lane found themselvs trapped in Rayburn Wallack's underground bunker along with the mysteriously returned Donald Sanderson, as a flood of spectres engulfed the City.
Sanderson explained that the first time this happened, in 1983 the spectres had subsided once all the ghosts had been devoured. But the entity known as "Grandmother", the source of and guiding intelligence behind the spectres, had not been fully awake then. This time, Bishop had been communing with Grandmother, goading her into wakefulness, and this time she would not stop until everything — ghosts, the living, the entire world #151; was gone.
The Agents received a weak, static-distorted signal from Terrence Greene. Greene told them that the spectres were not entering St. Joseph's Hospital, and that ghosts all over the City were flocking to the safe haven.
Rayburn Wallack wished the Agents good luck and summarily kicked them out of his bunker. When he opened the bunker door, however, a reaper lunged in and impaled him on its scythe-arm. Donald Sanderson managed to paralyze the spectre long enough for the Agents to escape. They made their way home by various means: Lane and Morrisson ripcorded; Herschler inhabited a telecommunications cable and rode the signal back to headquarters; Watts flickered in several stages across the City, carrying MacMillian with him.
The polio ward was packed shoulder to shoulder with ghosts, many of them "blips" and "repeaters" with very little in the way of cognition. Greene explained that neither Bozzie nor Sam had made it to the hospital yet; Agent McGee and Tommy Fabrosi had gone out searching for them. Soon, however, Greene was able to get a tentative reading on Bozzie and Sam's position: they were both together in Eastside, but their signals were flickering erratically.
MacMillian, Watts, Herschler, and Lane immediately re-projected and took an enshrouded van out to to rescue the two ghosts. Morrisson, who had suffered a severe trauma in the subway tunnels and then exhausted himself returning, passed out and was placed on a gurney in a side room to recover.
As the Agents sped through the City, low-flying spectres began homing in to the vitality that was burned to keep the enshrouded vehicle running. Several reapers landed on the van and began cutting into it. As the Agents fought them off, Herschler spotted Bozzie and Sam in the street ahead and hit the brakes. Several more reapers slammed into the van, tipping it on its side.
Bozzie looked thin and exhausted, and Sam was nearly discorporate. While Herschler and MacMillian attempted to fend off the ever-increasing swarm of spectres, Lane and Watts ran to help the two ghosts.
Watts enshrouded a parked car and tried to shove Bozzie and Sam into it. Bozzie struggled, insisting that he should stay behind and hold the spectres off, but Watts argued that he could save both of them.
"You don't understand," Bozzie shouted. "Look!" He pointed at a solid black wall of spectres rolling towards them from further down the street. Then Watts noticed the toxic black smoke pouring out of Bozzie's tracheotomy wound. He had been tapping spite in order to keep himself and Sam ahead of the spectres. "I'm ruined, man," Bozzie rasped. "Take Sam and make her safe. Go."
Back at the polio ward, Agent Li entered the restroom and was startled to find Morrisson standing there, even though she had left him lying on a gurney just a few moments ago. Morrisson was oblivious to her; he was holding one of the masks recovered from the broken tower and whispering, "Please, just make me... make me the way I was..."
What Li could not see was that standing in front of Morrisson was the albino. "Yes, we can do that," he whispered, inaudible to everyone except, perhaps, Agent Morrisson. "We can make you beautiful again. But you have to give us your face. Your old face."
Morrisson slowly raised the mask to his own face.
Then he vanished.
Li ran back to the gurney where Morrisson had been recovering; he was sitting up, rubbing his head. When she entered the room, Morrisson looked up and said, "Where are the others?"
Agent Morrisson suddenly appeared at the scene in Eastside. His face was no longer the tangled monstrosity of tusks and fangs that it had been after his encounter in the subway tunnel; in fact, his face looked exactly as it had looked before the accident that gave him his powers years ago.
Nearby, spectres were still crawling over the tipped-over van, trying to get at MacMillian and Herschler. Morrisson opened his mouth and screamed, and a wave of destructive energy whipped out at the van, annihilating a spectre at the point of impact and scattering the rest as the van bounced and skidded across the street.
Watts skidded up in his newly enshrouded car and beckoned everyone to pile in. Sam was slumped in the back seat, but Bozzie was standing out in the street, facing down the spectre tsunami.
As the Agents sped off, Bozzie produced a cigarette and sucked it down to the filter in a single inhale. "Come on, you sons of bitches," he croaked, flicking the butt-end at the first of the oncoming spectres.
A massive cloud of black smoke billowed out of Bozzie's throat, engulfing the entire street from one side to the other. The charging spectres slammed into it... and stopped.
The Agents managed to get back to the hospital without further trouble. Tommy Fabrosi and Agent McGee also returned safely. Bozzie did not survive.