Hal stared blackly at his payment slip, the entirety of his mind fixed on a number of events that had happened prior: the flip dark chill bastard holding his head, the woman screaming in silence then, a car, dark and untrusting.
He looked up, the jigsaw of his mind putting in place the events of his life. The way of his life. "Is that enough?" A tall man in front of him spoke in a cold smarmy accent. Once his head had pieced back together, he replied. "Yes, that's quite enough... I trust you haven't spoken to a soul?" He knew the man hadn't, but he needed to be sure as a precaution. "No sir."
"Not even my wife?"
"No sir."
"Good, thank you for your time and it was a pleasure seeing you for the last time." Hal smiled and waved the man off, which rightfully made the man do as Hal's actions implied and leave.