Hah, yes. I thought of putting my affairs in order, but really. Let Mother and Father wonder. There's a few who deserve the truth, but, well. Hopefully I'll be able to tell them in person.

[He neatly puts everything back in place as is his habit, and then remembers halfway through that Machias won't be coming back for any of it. The poor boy, he deserved better. Still, he folds the awful sweater anyway.]

Are we done here?