His patients were nearly…most defiantly gone of the hook. He needed that map back but of course he can’t because that dark haired man still had it. He can’t find the man anywhere. He stood there wondering what the hell what he was going to do. He walked towards on of the boxes of fruits he had seen and…kicked it. He was indefinite bitter rage; the kick was strong but not strong enough to break it. He sighed after kicking to box and removed his hat. “I am sorry!” He shouted if anyone saw his bitter rage. He rubbed his head thinking what should he do. 

“HEY! GUY WITH MY MAP, WHERE EVER YOU ARE YOU BETTER GIVE IT BACK!” He shouted again, hoping that dark haired man could hear him wherever the man were at.