Go home.

That's all. Just go home.

He clenched the key in his fist.

He couldn't look at any of these people anymore. They all knew him, knew things about him that he didn't know himself.

He shook his head in disgust, whether at himself or at them, he didn't know, then he shouldered his duffel, and went back out into the dark and blowing night.

Before the door closed on the Pub, he heard Jack.

"Go ahead! Just like before. Run! You bastard. You left my daughter a whore and then---"

The door closed and the blowing snow made the night muffled.

Home.

He cut through the alley and