It hadn't been too long since he'd gotten out of that damn Asylum. The fact that Howell had left earlier than him had actually worried him. He was somewhat sure that a bankrobber wasn't half as bad as a murderer. Then again, Fox had gotten.. well, he had changed in there. It had taken him quite some time to convince them to let him go. Gosh, that had been so much work.. but at least he'd have the worst behind him already, right? Right. He wasn't exactly planning on robbing banks anymore, of course. He'd reduced to nicking small objects, now and then. But he could never completely stop stealing. Actually, he kinda always wanted to do that to help people. He guessed he pretty much sucked at that though. At least by then. When he had gotten out, his first actual goal - aside getting things such as accomodation straight - wasto find out where his friend had been while Fox had stayed in the asylum. He wondered whether he'd actually bought or rent a house or flat. Being the nosey bastard he was, he'd done quite a bit of research and finally found an adresse. He wasn't really thinking that visit as special - maybe pretty rude because he was probably supposed to call in advance or something - so he'd just shrugged his old jacket over and made himself on the way to the flat he supposed him to live in. When he stood before the door, he gave a small sigh. More or less excited, he knocked four times, then made a step back and waited. Slowly but surely a smile made its way on his face. This was surely going to be interesting.