(He looks around the room one last time. There is a smile on his face that seems a bit broader than the last.)

This one worked. I liked it.

(He walks out of the door into the soft wet snow, looking for the trails they left. There, not threefeet away, a tired, worn door with a sliding peephole hangs between two trees. He approaces it slowly, taking in all the changes that walking to it brings. He knocks...)

Max sent me.

(The door opens, and his long black coat is now shorter, styled to the suit he wears. The drum still hangs by his side, now in a bag of leather, but the Blunderbuss is missing and a single action bulldog fourty four hangs in the holster under his arm. A dollar Havana is in his hand, looking for a light...)

My momma done told me, when I was in knee pants....

(The door closes behind him, and he is gone.)

Mikal