Convenient? Perhaps. Or possibly providential; as the chopper spins up, a man's voice can be heard from somewhere beyond the barn. It's the same voice as before, and it thunders, "For the days of my life have vanished like smoke, and my bones are parched like ash, and let all my impurities be as fuel for that fire until nothing remains but the light alone!"

The zombies don't seem to notice; they're staggering towards Dinah, claws outstretched.