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[When it's clear he's not coming, Bond goes looking. If he's honest with himself, he expected it. This, or anger: maybe both. He takes his time: now that the decision is made, he's in no rush. Today, tonight, tomorrow morning - as long as it takes to see who he needs to, say what has to be said.

After checking his room and the gym, probably just missing him, Bond winds up in the pub. His eyes find the mirror and the mask reflected in it as he approaches. Is he mad? He's not sure.

Stopping behind him, Bond waits. He can wait it out, but maybe, for once, he ought to be the one to reach out first.]

I have something for you.