Hunter looked at the clock after closing the door. He had somewhere to be, as troublesome as it was. He took a black studded coat down and put it on. It was too worn to be fully black anymore, and he had chosen the color purely because it didn't seem dirtier as easily. He opened the door, stepped out, and locked it. He put the keys into his pocket and walked to the sidewalk as she was pulling the suitcase to the rear of her car. He looked at her puffed up eyes and said, "Don't cry." It was more of an order than any kind of sympathy.