He was gone. I had no idea whether he just left, or if he knew too much and was taken care of. I received a package and a letter: "This package nee...s to be delivered to the address on it. Make the delivery." There was a box the same size as the box my shoes originally came in. I wondered what was in the package. I managed to remove the top of the box without damaging it to reveal the contents. I was expecting a shock or my collar to tighten, but it never happened. The box contained a pair. G2 could think of a lot of elegant license plate numbers that started 123. 123GO. 123ABC. 123HIC. People might have trouble with that one, he thought. Who would know that it meant “Here I Come?” He’d have to work on that one. He had jotted it down on a piece of paper and carefully folded it up in his pocket with the little stub of pencil that he had. Sometimes he saw one of his license plate ideas on a car. SPY007. That was his. He must have lost that piece of paper and someone from the license. ” We get to the car just as the meter runs out. The chatter during the drive, while cheery, is inconsequential trivia — favourite song, favourite movie, and stuff like that. She gives me directions and in no time at all we pull up in front of an old character-home in which she rents a suite. For some reason — prolonging the connection, I s’pose — I walk her to her door. As she turns the key in the lock, I say, “Well…, it’s been nice meeting you,. “Oh, I said, how interesting”. He smirked and itched his chin, bringing my attention to his longish beard again. “Woah” I said, “You have a beard now, that’s new”. “Yeah” he said, “I have long hair too”. I giggled and looked at his hair, “Yep, you definitely have long hair” “You just look so different” I said, staring at him in shock. “Uh huh” he said, walking back to his room again. I leaned forward and touched his beard, giggling and then touching it again. “Gosh, your room’s different.