Willis stood on his balcony watching the sun rise with a glass of scotch in hand. Before he would be preparing to go on the streets and look for a person to trade with but as of late he had began to question what exactly he was doing with his life, after all he had done nearly everything there was to do in the world and he had to begin to feel lost. Perhaps if Cas, Liz and himself had not left on such a bad note then things may have been better, because without them he felt incomplete. Willis had tried to contact them but usually he only got as far as his hand hovering over the phone and when he did manage to dial he was silent when they answered.

Still, Willis knew it would do no good to spend the rest of his days trapped in his mansion. He slipped on his suit and tucked his Smith and Wesson into his pocket and walked outside.