Shane is indeed back "on the street" and hale and happy as I type these words. He is drinking Don's beer, harassing local girls, bumming cigarettes, offending without knowing, and just being Shane...the one thing he really knows how to do. His erstwhile compadres, the Ontario Provincial Police, are eyeing his activities with amused detachment and a degree of tolerance. They know that he is essentially harmless. They will slap his wrist if they must, but only if it's absolutely necessary. After all, there are more serious threats to society than Shane out there to deal with, right?