How many special people change?

“Walt is all alone. The sirens are gradually getting louder, but he still has time to make his escape. However, he doesn’t bother. This is it. It’s finally over. Realizing where he’d like it all to end, Walt wanders toward the distant Quonset hut. His pace remains unhurried. Close on the cook vat of our familiar meth lab. A hand comes into frame, touching it. Patting it with affection. Walt is back where he belongs. He’s back with his True Love. Jesse left in the middle of a cook, so Walt continues it. He taps at gauges. He checks temperatures. The sirens are deafening now. As seen through the open door of the Quonset hut, five apd police cars come ripping through frame, lights flashing — into view, then out again. The cops don’t know Walt’s in here. Though we can’t see them any longer, they are continuing on the clubhouse. We stay here with Walt. He’s at peace. The cook is going well. He taught Jesse well. All is as it should be. Once more, close on the cook vat — Walt’s hand rests against it like a cowboy’s hand rests on the neck of his horse. And now… the hand relaxes and slowly slips down out of frame. It leaves behind a small smear of blood. We look straight down on Walt as he tumbles into frame, lying flat on his back on the floor. His eyes stare up at us, lifeless. And yet, his final expression is one of faint satisfaction.” x