As mentioned in the last part, I let go of my cane and free-fell into the canyon below. But don't worry - as was famously written/said/whatever, what goes down must come up.

And as my friends were tearfully staring down into the ravine, they bore witness to what appeared to be a dodgeball filled with fat hurtling upwards towards them, screaming "THERE'S SOMETHING ON YOUR SHIIIIIRRRRT!". Before any of them could unconsciously blurt out that it was my vengeful ghost, a tiny, plushy, stronk arm swept them up high into the sky, and back onto the ground. It hurt, but it saved their lives.

Then they looked up towards the sky, and noticed that the small object looked suspiciously like me. "Is that... Mag!? , Drew pondered. The Object Formerly Known As Mag But Renamed The Object screamed in response: "#YOLO!!!" as loud and long as she possibly could before disappearing into the clouds. Sophie replied to Sweety's question: "I dunno, but that sounds like something Mag would say, so I'm preeetty sure it's her..." Then Sophie sniffled. "And it looks like she's going to heaven to be with Mr. Peanut..."

Sweety embraced her as Drew sighed sadly in re:response:
"Infamous last words..."

~To be continued~