As Lane’s mind clears, Dusty stands quietly in the corner, proud of his work. Just as Dusty prepares to fade from Lane’s mind, he realizes something: he himself is Lane’s very first memory, a symbol of Lane’s childhood imagination. Dusty was never an old duster—he was Lane’s imaginary friend from childhood, transformed by years of neglect. Dusty’s purpose fulfilled, he quietly fades, taking with him a bittersweet sense of closure as Lane, unaware of the loss, finally feels whole.
Dusty found himself with less to do as Lane's mind cleared. He stood in the corner of Lane's ro mind, quietly admiring his handiwork.