He returned a few minutes later, once again clad in his familiar black-with-far-too-many-buttons attire - though, it was clean now. He had his hat in one hand, and was pocketing his sunglasses with the other.

This whole leaving business was far too bittersweet for his liking, and he almost wished that they hadn't gotten along so well. Then he wouldn't have a reason to miss her.

But, it was back to business. He couldn't afford to be idle any longer than he had.