Commander Keen once again finds himself flying through the tunnel lit by
bioluminescent fish.  He smiles.
	There is no light at the end of this tunnel.  Just darkness and a few white dots.
Space. He is free, emerging from the Omegamatic.  Never to set foot in it again.
	Supremo is trapped under 200-some-tons of burning wreckage that used to be a
spaceship.  He is rocketting home.  And there was much rejoicing.  (yay)
	Commander Keen realizes that he is making too much of a big deal about all of this.
He hasn't saved anyone, except people at risk of becoming Supremo's experiments.
	He sets the ship on autopilot, turns on some sixties music, and dozes happily for a
few hours, dreaming of strawberry fields for reasons which remain a mystery.