Ray, after another few headline-less hours, left the outlet, waving goodbye to Denise, and to his boss, Mr. McInlee. Ray never really could remember what Mr. McInlee looked like, mostly due to the fact that McInlee was a chameleon, and changed colors like he changed his shirts. Ray shook his head, and continued walking down the street. He never parked close to the station anymore, 'cause his co-workers, last year, put parking boots on his tires.