It's over.
They won. Monk enters his apartment with a triumphant-yet-exhausted grin on his face and does a little twirl once the door's closed.
He's in pain, yes, and covered in blood - but the fact remains. Krycek's gone for good. This is something to celebrate!
"Trudy," he calls to the darkness, beaming even in the absence of light, "we did it."
"I knew you could," comes the all too familiar voice. "I never lost faith in you, Adrian, not once."
"I thought I was going to die, but --"
"Adrian," Trudy coos, her ghostly yet beautiful form taking shape from the shadows, "Now's not the time. Sleep. You've had a long night."
Monk sighs and smiles at her. "I know, but I can't go to sleep like this, I'm filthy."
Trudy returns the smile. "Then you go get cleaned up. I'll stay here until you get back, and then you can tell me all about what happened."
"Promise?"
"Bread and butter, darling."