"Oh, gosh, no. No, I couldn't do such a thing. I currently work at a library, though I yearn to do something where I don't have rental books. The condition of them makes me so sad. I would much rather sell books than loan them." He was hoping that he could somehow get himself a loan together and a business plan, open his own book store, hide there for the rest of his days. It seemed nice. Quiet. Easy going. Just work. No love, no people, no fuss or pride or any of that lark. He could just be alone with books all day.

"For now, I'm happy enough. I live near my work and I don't have too many expenses so I have a nice, tidy sum saved up." From before he left and after, he had always been a saver and now he was very fortunate to have as much as he did.