She should, perhaps, have expected this. Had only just resisted making a joke about tying him down, and clearly she should have just done it.

As soon as she sees the flower she knows, but she checks the apartment anyway; it's small, it's quick. And then, with no idea of where he might have run off to, she turns her attention to her palm pilot.

Now that she knows what she's looking for, turning up his account is easy enough, so wherever he is, his phone is buzzing.


You cannot just leave like that.