She strolled over to me, rising on tiptoes and kissing me softly on the cheek.
"You should take some time here with your friend," she said. "This work of ours can wait. After all you've seen, you deserve some rest — and believe me, you're going to need it. I have a feeling there's a storm brewing."
I said nothing: I just stood there watching as she strolled toward the open door. As she reached the threshold, she called to me, not looking back.
"See you 'round, Collector." Her voice hung in the air for what seemed like forever, long after she'd disappeared from sight.
Yeah, I thought. I bet you will.