Once Brian decided to leave without calling for help, he lingered for just a little while longer. He wasn’t sure if he was hoping someone would come by and he’d be forced to fess up to everything or if he just thought he may wake up, as if this was a dream he could escape from. But nothing like that happened. He was a woman now; and technically he was the woman that killed him. He was beautiful, and (judging from the car) he was also probably rich. He figured this would be a god life. It’s not that he ever would’ve given up his own, but he found it hard to be upset about this at the same time. He put on a par of sunglasses he found in the car, waited a few more moments, then finally got in and drove off to start his new life.