After the final scene, a still image of Master Chief as pictured on the cover is on the screen. Just as it seems the game is over, a droplet falls unto the picture, and reveals it is under a body of water. The camera pans back to reveal a single tear rolling down the cheek of a young boy. He is sitting on a bench at an asylum, holding a tin can, colored green by markers, with a small part of the can's original orange color left alone.
"Come along now John," says the nurse, "it's time for your medication." As John passes by, he notices the other inmates. Old Man Johnson was a nice man. If he managed to take his pills and stay calm, they let him smoke his cigar. He loved those cigars. He would wear his old marine hat. A dusty, green thing, but when he had his hat and cigar, he seemed to be back in his glory days. He was good friends with Mr. Keyes, as they both loved to talk about wars and guns. If Mr. Keyes wasn't with Johnson, then it was the rare few occasion that his daughter Miranda visited. His eyes would glow, no matter how few times a year she visited, nor how cold she was.
John noticed his old friend as he passed through the second hallway. He always wondered who was behind that little camera lens. He knew the men in room 343, under the camera, were always watching him. They're always watching, and the seem to know all. No matter what John did, they had already known, and already been watching. The floating eyes seemed to follow him step by step.
John finally made it to his room, accompanied by the nurse. He knew what time it was. It was time for him to go to sleep. They would wake them up when they needed him, he knew. When they needed someone to stand up. "This won't hurt one bit," she said. As John started to doze off, everything around him started to blur...he could barely make anything out...the nurse bumbled something out that John couldn't hear. Something about going into shock. He didn't know. He always thought that she was odd. Courtney-Anna was nice though, she always cared for John....he looked to the left at his green and orange painted tin can....a glance at his nature poster that he got from his mother...he hated that poster...he hated all the animals on the poster as well, the monkeys, the squids, they were all despised...then John remembered his father, and looked to the poster to the right...right by the can...they were his and his father's favorite team when he was still alive....they would go to every single Spartan game, always dressed in green and orange...but no more...John decided to glance up for one last time...he saw a water-stain in the roof that he always had noticed...it looked like a halo.