Sandman walks the rail, continuing to look for the one he calls The Spitter. He pauses to gander at this collection of junk on one side, knowing, through it, that he is indeed on the right track.
He finds another Lane to add to Penny, Arnold, Shelly at the end of this track, the latter a Firesign Theatre fan and a close match to his pattern, a two fer one fer zero kind of deal-i-o. Man.
The banana indicated *himself*.
He had no problem going further. He’d been walking away from Love for a looong time.
Ant-man walked out of the rain to enter the lane.
The rain catches up with him at The End. He is home.