Post by cascade88 on Sept 29, 2009 14:50:06 GMT 12
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“Hey, there are no other seats left open, do you mind if I sit with you?”
Making some sort of noncommittal noise in response, a young man with stern, unconcerned looking eyes shrugged in a half-hearted fashion, before sliding over, closer to the window. “Go for it. I’m not even supposed to be on this bus anyway.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that this is likely by all rights your seat in the first place. I just got on the wrong bus, no matter.”
“I got that much, but how is it you got to be on the wrong bus? Which bus are you meant to be on? Where are you headed?”
Slowly turning his head to look over to the girl that was clearly too curious for her own good, the young man shook his head, causing his shoulder-length lavender hair to shake a bit in the process as well, before saying in a monotone sort of voice, “I meant to get on the bus that would take me to the high school, since I happen to live just a bit too far away to walk to said school, but instead I took this one, and I was concerned at first, of course. Then, however, someone informed me that this bus goes to the baseball field that’s but three blocks down from the high school, so it’s not that big of a deal after all.”
Hoping that he had satisfied any and all of the curiosities of the stranger sitting beside him--for he wasn’t really that much of a social butterfly if the truth were to be told--the lavender-haired fifteen year old folded his arms over his chest and turned his face to glance back out through the bus window. Much to his chagrin, this stranger was not satisfied in the least, and for all he knew she had her picture affixed in the dictionary next to the term “social butterfly”.
“My name is Cassandra Jacqueline Robinson,” the girl said with a smile so bright it could probably stop deer in their tracks, as if they were caught in headlights. “But I just go by Casey.”
Before he really knew what was going on, the young man was having his hand vigorously shaken by this short thing of a girl, and only in feeling taken aback by the surprising strength of her grip did he venture to give her his name in return.
“I’m Paul,” he said, his eyes for the first time bothering to give the girl a good glance over.
She was, he noticed, wearing a baseball uniform. Beneath the cap that went along with said uniform, she sported long hair that happened to be a shade of lavender that rivaled even his own. Her eyes, too, were an off shade of purple, also not unlike himself, but one thing that couldn’t be more different from himself was her outgoingness. The way she kept on rambling even now as he gave her a look over was damn near indecent, and even though he couldn’t honestly say he was even paying much if any attention to the words she spoke, it was still annoying Paul all the same.
“--so yeah, people sometimes think my parents named me after that Casey at the Bat poem, but of course they had no idea that I’d grow up to just love baseball like I do way back when I was just a tiny little thing, you know? Nah, Casey just happens to be one of the nicknames for Cassandra and I have to say it does suit me, don’t you think? And by the way, I have to ask, don’t you yourself just love baseball, too?”
“Er, no, I don’t,” Paul answered truthfully, somewhat inching further away from Casey as he spoke. “I don’t care for sports at all really.”
“Oh, yay! I’m so glad to hear that you love baseball like I do!”
“Uhm, but I just said--”
“Oh, now you have to come watch me at my practice this afternoon after school! I’m afraid there’s no more room for a newcomer on the actual team, but you can watch from the stands all the same! I’ll let Coach know when we get off at the stadium that a new face will be coming to admire our team!”
“But I never said that I--”
“Oh, come to think of it, it is the perfect date, no?”
“What?!”
“I mean, for a pair of baseball enthusiasts like ourselves, it’s just the most absolutely ideal--”
However, whatever it was that was going to string on along at the end of Casey’s sentence, it was cut off abruptly when Paul clamped the palm of his hand over her mouth.
“Now look, I don’t really know you, Casey, but I do know one thing: you’re either out to pull some sort of newcomer to the school initiation prank or you’re normally heavily medicated and negated to take your dose this morning. Either way, I do not like baseball, and I am not going to go to the field after school to watch the team, and I am certainly never going to date you.”
Exhaling a gush of seemingly pent up air as he slowly removed his hand off of Casey’s mouth, Paul made to look back out through the window, but he came to experience mild whiplash not seconds after the fact as his head quickly snapped back to look at Casey in utter disbelief.
“Three it is then! Oh, I can’t wait--a first date at the baseball field, the first blossomings of love coming to be out on the very baseball diamond itself!” With a long, drawn-out sigh, Casey then--to Paul’s horror--leant fully over up against him, her head resting at his shoulder. “How romantic!”
Fighting to suppress a real, legitimate scream, Paul immediately straightened his shoulders, causing Casey’s head to fall away, before turning and making a sort of cross figure with his forefingers. “You--stay away from me after this bus ride.”
Tossing her head back, her body now seizing in convulsions of giddy laughter, the baseball loving fifteen year old waved a hand in Paul’s face dismissively. “Oh, come on--I know I got a bit over the top--but you know you like it--oh, silly Paul.”
Arching an eyebrow as he lowered his fingers, the shaggy haired teenager shook his head, unsure of what to think about the now giggling Casey. Was she honestly insane? If anything, he wasn’t all that keen on being referred to as silly, as he was quite sure that he had never once actually behaved in a silly way in all of his days.
“Now see here, Casey--”
“Oh look, the bus is going to stop soon. I’ll meet you up outside of the school just after three, alright?”
“No! Not alright--that’s the entire point! Ugh! What is wrong with you, you, you…”
“I know, I’ve made you speechless, eh?” the violet-eyed girl said with a wink.
Bringing a palm to rest against his face, Paul gave a heavy sigh. “Yes, you actually have, but it’s not for the reasons you think.”
Giggling, Casey leaned over and planted a kiss on the disgruntled young man’s cheek. “I think I’m just what you need, you know. Just think, before I got on this bus and sat with you, you had no direction in life, and quite literally so, getting on the wrong bus even.”
Moving a hand to touch at the place where he had been kissed, Paul shook his head wildly, feeling as though he was quickly losing a battle he had never signed up to fight in the first place. “But--but!”
“And now you have a girlfriend, and not just a girlfriend, but one that even shares your love of baseball!”
“Are you for real?”
“Oh, I’m for real and then some,” Casey said, again with a wink, causing Paul to face-palm yet again. “See you at three, angel cakes.”
Never before had the thought of striking a girl crossed Paul’s mind. Contrary-wise, he had also never before felt so compelled to actually do such a thing either as he did now.
“Do not--call me--that or anything like it--ever again.”
Smiling, the crazy girl stood up just as the bus slowly pulled into the stop. “I can’t wait for our date tonight.”
Sighing, his anger fading as a more of a defeated feeling took over instead, Paul hung his head, shaking it. “Sure, Casey, me either.”
Not that the beaming psychopath needed to know of course, Paul had absolutely no intention of actually going out on that date with her at all. No, he figured that he’d simply escape out through some side door of the school once the final bell had rang, and then he’d be right on his way home with Casey none the wiser.
I mean, hadn’t it bad enough for Paul that he’d been jerked out of his previous high school, away from his friends, and thrust into this new one with only one month of classes left to go? Hadn’t it been bad enough that this school didn’t even have proper yellow buses, and to add insult injury, wasn't it worse still that he was having to dip into his own allowance funds for the bus fare?
Oh, and there was also the small matter of his parents’ divorce. That sucked too, but then again, hadn’t they always been dysfunctional at best anyway? His father more fond of traveling and seeing the world than his own family, and his mother money-grubbing and bi-polar, the former of the two had plucked both Paul and his older brother and moved them hours away from the latter after the divorce settlement. The fact that his father then took off yet again on another expedition, leaving Paul to stay with his nominally adult brother, Reggie, said loads about the aforementioned dysfunction. The fact that his mother was happy to have the house as a compensation for not getting to be around her sons anymore said even more.
No, Paul then and there decided, fate had been far too unfair to him as of late to toss yet another crazy female into his life. He’d ditch the baseball-crazy Casey after school and that would be that.
His school schedule, however, seemed to have other ideas.
“Oh, look, Paul!”
It was first period--Algebra II.--and much to Paul’s chagrin he now found himself sitting in a desk that was placed alongside Casey’s, with the girl leant so far over that there might as well be no space between them at all as she giggled and spoke rapturously into his ear.
“We have all the same classes together!”
“I know,” he said to her through gritted teeth.
“This means that there’s no way we’ll miss each other this afternoon when it comes time for our date!”
“I know.” His teeth had never before been so tightly clenched together.
By lunch time, the young man was at his wit’s end. The fact that he shared an identical itinerary with Casey had given her all the more reason to follow his every move.
“Sir, she’s everywhere I am! I swear, Casey ends up being everywhere I look!” he had said to the teacher in the chemistry lab just the period before, to which he got a response of, “Well don’t the pair of you share the same schedule, Mr. Origlessio? What else do you expect?”
“You can have my pudding, Paul.”
Glancing sideways at Casey with weary eyes, the teenager sighed quietly. “No thanks, I don’t care much for pudding.”
“I don’t blame you,” she replied, speaking for perhaps the first time in a somewhat normal sounding voice. “It’s kind of weirdly textured, isn’t it? Not too soft or too firm, I just don’t get what everyone else loves about it.”
“Same here,” Paul said, relieved to at last have some sort of mildly normal conversation with this veritable stalker.
“But what I do like,” Casey then continued on. “Is key lime pie.”
“Eh,” Paul said, making a bit of a face. “I don’t like that much more than I like pudding.”
“Oh, you mean it’s your favorite, too?!”
“What the--no, I just said that I don’t--”
“The similarities just keep adding up, don’t they, sugar bunny honey munchkin?”
Nearly spitting out the sip of milk he’d just taken, Paul instead tried to swallow it to save himself some dignity, but ended up choking on it instead. As a group of grotesquely giggly girls just a few chairs down tossed their head backs in laughter at the sound of what Casey had just called him, Paul struggled to clear his own wind pipe with mild difficulty, before whipping around on his seat sideways.
“What is wrong with you?!” he shouted, anger etched into ever line and crevice of his face.
“What?” Casey replied, thoroughly nonplussed by the roar of a shout that had just been directed at her. “Do I look sick? Peaky? It must be because of my disease…”
“What disease?” Paul asked blankly, confusion momentarily replacing his anger.
“Oh, well it’s all your fault, sweetie pumpkin,” Casey said as she leant in toward him. “I’m all love-sick over you.”
Standing up at once from the table, before running from the cafeteria with all the speed of someone rushing to make it outside before becoming sick, Paul didn’t let up until he was out on the grass of the campus, before shouting in aggravation and distress at the top of his lungs. When he returned to the lunchroom a good five minutes later, his class had already left, heading back for their classroom. Phew, he had thought. At least I can walk by myself back to the classroom. As he left the cafeteria once again, only to turn the corner to find Casey standing there, waiting for him, Paul inwardly sighed, his thought going through a revision of sorts. Well, at least the classroom is only a few steps away. He also considered adding a And how much could she possibly say between now and then? but didn’t feel quite up to tempting his luck.
By the end of the school day, Paul found himself, unbelievably, looking forward to hearing that final bell ring, even if it did mean that he would have to be dragged against his own will to some godforsaken baseball date.
Maybe I could just hit the campus grounds and make a run for it! he thought to himself as he placed his books into his locker, before closing the metal door thereof and glancing around in a rather paranoid fashion. After all, Casey doesn’t look to be anywhere in sight…
Looking as if he might be attempting to qualify for some sort of ninja try-outs, Paul snuck and slipped and sidled his way on down the hall, before cautiously making his way outside, onto the grass. His nervous expression giving in to the sudden grin that broke loose on his face, Paul looked all over only to find that Casey was still nowhere to be found. I might be free after all!
“So, ready for our date, sweetheart darling?”
Screaming in a rather embarrassing, girly way, Paul jumped nearly out of his own skin when he heard the sound of Casey speaking from somewhere behind him. He could still turn and run, it occurred to him, but the mental vision gave him a feeling of being the prey to the psychotic girl’s predator, and it unsettled in too many ways to count. Sighing in defeat, he slowly turned to face her, only to find an amused look on her face.
“So what was with all that weird walking you were doing as you left the school?” she asked him, arching one of her eyebrows. “I kept wondering that to myself the whole time as I followed you. Then again, all of the odd moves were what pointed you out to me in the first place. See, I had to make an quick trip to the restroom just after our last class and when I came back out into the hall, you were nowhere to be seen! Then, fortunately, you started doing all of those strange steps--hey wait, I get it! You must of did all that just to make sure I would be able to spot you in the crowd, huh? You’re the sweetest, Paul!”
“So Casey, about that date…” he said, all the energy and strength to fight having left him. “Shall we go ahead and get going?”
After all, Paul reasoned, now as the beaming girl linked her arm with his, the sooner he got there, the sooner he could leave, at the very least.
“Hey, there are no other seats left open, do you mind if I sit with you?”
Making some sort of noncommittal noise in response, a young man with stern, unconcerned looking eyes shrugged in a half-hearted fashion, before sliding over, closer to the window. “Go for it. I’m not even supposed to be on this bus anyway.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that this is likely by all rights your seat in the first place. I just got on the wrong bus, no matter.”
“I got that much, but how is it you got to be on the wrong bus? Which bus are you meant to be on? Where are you headed?”
Slowly turning his head to look over to the girl that was clearly too curious for her own good, the young man shook his head, causing his shoulder-length lavender hair to shake a bit in the process as well, before saying in a monotone sort of voice, “I meant to get on the bus that would take me to the high school, since I happen to live just a bit too far away to walk to said school, but instead I took this one, and I was concerned at first, of course. Then, however, someone informed me that this bus goes to the baseball field that’s but three blocks down from the high school, so it’s not that big of a deal after all.”
Hoping that he had satisfied any and all of the curiosities of the stranger sitting beside him--for he wasn’t really that much of a social butterfly if the truth were to be told--the lavender-haired fifteen year old folded his arms over his chest and turned his face to glance back out through the bus window. Much to his chagrin, this stranger was not satisfied in the least, and for all he knew she had her picture affixed in the dictionary next to the term “social butterfly”.
“My name is Cassandra Jacqueline Robinson,” the girl said with a smile so bright it could probably stop deer in their tracks, as if they were caught in headlights. “But I just go by Casey.”
Before he really knew what was going on, the young man was having his hand vigorously shaken by this short thing of a girl, and only in feeling taken aback by the surprising strength of her grip did he venture to give her his name in return.
“I’m Paul,” he said, his eyes for the first time bothering to give the girl a good glance over.
She was, he noticed, wearing a baseball uniform. Beneath the cap that went along with said uniform, she sported long hair that happened to be a shade of lavender that rivaled even his own. Her eyes, too, were an off shade of purple, also not unlike himself, but one thing that couldn’t be more different from himself was her outgoingness. The way she kept on rambling even now as he gave her a look over was damn near indecent, and even though he couldn’t honestly say he was even paying much if any attention to the words she spoke, it was still annoying Paul all the same.
“--so yeah, people sometimes think my parents named me after that Casey at the Bat poem, but of course they had no idea that I’d grow up to just love baseball like I do way back when I was just a tiny little thing, you know? Nah, Casey just happens to be one of the nicknames for Cassandra and I have to say it does suit me, don’t you think? And by the way, I have to ask, don’t you yourself just love baseball, too?”
“Er, no, I don’t,” Paul answered truthfully, somewhat inching further away from Casey as he spoke. “I don’t care for sports at all really.”
“Oh, yay! I’m so glad to hear that you love baseball like I do!”
“Uhm, but I just said--”
“Oh, now you have to come watch me at my practice this afternoon after school! I’m afraid there’s no more room for a newcomer on the actual team, but you can watch from the stands all the same! I’ll let Coach know when we get off at the stadium that a new face will be coming to admire our team!”
“But I never said that I--”
“Oh, come to think of it, it is the perfect date, no?”
“What?!”
“I mean, for a pair of baseball enthusiasts like ourselves, it’s just the most absolutely ideal--”
However, whatever it was that was going to string on along at the end of Casey’s sentence, it was cut off abruptly when Paul clamped the palm of his hand over her mouth.
“Now look, I don’t really know you, Casey, but I do know one thing: you’re either out to pull some sort of newcomer to the school initiation prank or you’re normally heavily medicated and negated to take your dose this morning. Either way, I do not like baseball, and I am not going to go to the field after school to watch the team, and I am certainly never going to date you.”
Exhaling a gush of seemingly pent up air as he slowly removed his hand off of Casey’s mouth, Paul made to look back out through the window, but he came to experience mild whiplash not seconds after the fact as his head quickly snapped back to look at Casey in utter disbelief.
“Three it is then! Oh, I can’t wait--a first date at the baseball field, the first blossomings of love coming to be out on the very baseball diamond itself!” With a long, drawn-out sigh, Casey then--to Paul’s horror--leant fully over up against him, her head resting at his shoulder. “How romantic!”
Fighting to suppress a real, legitimate scream, Paul immediately straightened his shoulders, causing Casey’s head to fall away, before turning and making a sort of cross figure with his forefingers. “You--stay away from me after this bus ride.”
Tossing her head back, her body now seizing in convulsions of giddy laughter, the baseball loving fifteen year old waved a hand in Paul’s face dismissively. “Oh, come on--I know I got a bit over the top--but you know you like it--oh, silly Paul.”
Arching an eyebrow as he lowered his fingers, the shaggy haired teenager shook his head, unsure of what to think about the now giggling Casey. Was she honestly insane? If anything, he wasn’t all that keen on being referred to as silly, as he was quite sure that he had never once actually behaved in a silly way in all of his days.
“Now see here, Casey--”
“Oh look, the bus is going to stop soon. I’ll meet you up outside of the school just after three, alright?”
“No! Not alright--that’s the entire point! Ugh! What is wrong with you, you, you…”
“I know, I’ve made you speechless, eh?” the violet-eyed girl said with a wink.
Bringing a palm to rest against his face, Paul gave a heavy sigh. “Yes, you actually have, but it’s not for the reasons you think.”
Giggling, Casey leaned over and planted a kiss on the disgruntled young man’s cheek. “I think I’m just what you need, you know. Just think, before I got on this bus and sat with you, you had no direction in life, and quite literally so, getting on the wrong bus even.”
Moving a hand to touch at the place where he had been kissed, Paul shook his head wildly, feeling as though he was quickly losing a battle he had never signed up to fight in the first place. “But--but!”
“And now you have a girlfriend, and not just a girlfriend, but one that even shares your love of baseball!”
“Are you for real?”
“Oh, I’m for real and then some,” Casey said, again with a wink, causing Paul to face-palm yet again. “See you at three, angel cakes.”
Never before had the thought of striking a girl crossed Paul’s mind. Contrary-wise, he had also never before felt so compelled to actually do such a thing either as he did now.
“Do not--call me--that or anything like it--ever again.”
Smiling, the crazy girl stood up just as the bus slowly pulled into the stop. “I can’t wait for our date tonight.”
Sighing, his anger fading as a more of a defeated feeling took over instead, Paul hung his head, shaking it. “Sure, Casey, me either.”
Not that the beaming psychopath needed to know of course, Paul had absolutely no intention of actually going out on that date with her at all. No, he figured that he’d simply escape out through some side door of the school once the final bell had rang, and then he’d be right on his way home with Casey none the wiser.
I mean, hadn’t it bad enough for Paul that he’d been jerked out of his previous high school, away from his friends, and thrust into this new one with only one month of classes left to go? Hadn’t it been bad enough that this school didn’t even have proper yellow buses, and to add insult injury, wasn't it worse still that he was having to dip into his own allowance funds for the bus fare?
Oh, and there was also the small matter of his parents’ divorce. That sucked too, but then again, hadn’t they always been dysfunctional at best anyway? His father more fond of traveling and seeing the world than his own family, and his mother money-grubbing and bi-polar, the former of the two had plucked both Paul and his older brother and moved them hours away from the latter after the divorce settlement. The fact that his father then took off yet again on another expedition, leaving Paul to stay with his nominally adult brother, Reggie, said loads about the aforementioned dysfunction. The fact that his mother was happy to have the house as a compensation for not getting to be around her sons anymore said even more.
No, Paul then and there decided, fate had been far too unfair to him as of late to toss yet another crazy female into his life. He’d ditch the baseball-crazy Casey after school and that would be that.
His school schedule, however, seemed to have other ideas.
“Oh, look, Paul!”
It was first period--Algebra II.--and much to Paul’s chagrin he now found himself sitting in a desk that was placed alongside Casey’s, with the girl leant so far over that there might as well be no space between them at all as she giggled and spoke rapturously into his ear.
“We have all the same classes together!”
“I know,” he said to her through gritted teeth.
“This means that there’s no way we’ll miss each other this afternoon when it comes time for our date!”
“I know.” His teeth had never before been so tightly clenched together.
By lunch time, the young man was at his wit’s end. The fact that he shared an identical itinerary with Casey had given her all the more reason to follow his every move.
“Sir, she’s everywhere I am! I swear, Casey ends up being everywhere I look!” he had said to the teacher in the chemistry lab just the period before, to which he got a response of, “Well don’t the pair of you share the same schedule, Mr. Origlessio? What else do you expect?”
“You can have my pudding, Paul.”
Glancing sideways at Casey with weary eyes, the teenager sighed quietly. “No thanks, I don’t care much for pudding.”
“I don’t blame you,” she replied, speaking for perhaps the first time in a somewhat normal sounding voice. “It’s kind of weirdly textured, isn’t it? Not too soft or too firm, I just don’t get what everyone else loves about it.”
“Same here,” Paul said, relieved to at last have some sort of mildly normal conversation with this veritable stalker.
“But what I do like,” Casey then continued on. “Is key lime pie.”
“Eh,” Paul said, making a bit of a face. “I don’t like that much more than I like pudding.”
“Oh, you mean it’s your favorite, too?!”
“What the--no, I just said that I don’t--”
“The similarities just keep adding up, don’t they, sugar bunny honey munchkin?”
Nearly spitting out the sip of milk he’d just taken, Paul instead tried to swallow it to save himself some dignity, but ended up choking on it instead. As a group of grotesquely giggly girls just a few chairs down tossed their head backs in laughter at the sound of what Casey had just called him, Paul struggled to clear his own wind pipe with mild difficulty, before whipping around on his seat sideways.
“What is wrong with you?!” he shouted, anger etched into ever line and crevice of his face.
“What?” Casey replied, thoroughly nonplussed by the roar of a shout that had just been directed at her. “Do I look sick? Peaky? It must be because of my disease…”
“What disease?” Paul asked blankly, confusion momentarily replacing his anger.
“Oh, well it’s all your fault, sweetie pumpkin,” Casey said as she leant in toward him. “I’m all love-sick over you.”
Standing up at once from the table, before running from the cafeteria with all the speed of someone rushing to make it outside before becoming sick, Paul didn’t let up until he was out on the grass of the campus, before shouting in aggravation and distress at the top of his lungs. When he returned to the lunchroom a good five minutes later, his class had already left, heading back for their classroom. Phew, he had thought. At least I can walk by myself back to the classroom. As he left the cafeteria once again, only to turn the corner to find Casey standing there, waiting for him, Paul inwardly sighed, his thought going through a revision of sorts. Well, at least the classroom is only a few steps away. He also considered adding a And how much could she possibly say between now and then? but didn’t feel quite up to tempting his luck.
By the end of the school day, Paul found himself, unbelievably, looking forward to hearing that final bell ring, even if it did mean that he would have to be dragged against his own will to some godforsaken baseball date.
Maybe I could just hit the campus grounds and make a run for it! he thought to himself as he placed his books into his locker, before closing the metal door thereof and glancing around in a rather paranoid fashion. After all, Casey doesn’t look to be anywhere in sight…
Looking as if he might be attempting to qualify for some sort of ninja try-outs, Paul snuck and slipped and sidled his way on down the hall, before cautiously making his way outside, onto the grass. His nervous expression giving in to the sudden grin that broke loose on his face, Paul looked all over only to find that Casey was still nowhere to be found. I might be free after all!
“So, ready for our date, sweetheart darling?”
Screaming in a rather embarrassing, girly way, Paul jumped nearly out of his own skin when he heard the sound of Casey speaking from somewhere behind him. He could still turn and run, it occurred to him, but the mental vision gave him a feeling of being the prey to the psychotic girl’s predator, and it unsettled in too many ways to count. Sighing in defeat, he slowly turned to face her, only to find an amused look on her face.
“So what was with all that weird walking you were doing as you left the school?” she asked him, arching one of her eyebrows. “I kept wondering that to myself the whole time as I followed you. Then again, all of the odd moves were what pointed you out to me in the first place. See, I had to make an quick trip to the restroom just after our last class and when I came back out into the hall, you were nowhere to be seen! Then, fortunately, you started doing all of those strange steps--hey wait, I get it! You must of did all that just to make sure I would be able to spot you in the crowd, huh? You’re the sweetest, Paul!”
“So Casey, about that date…” he said, all the energy and strength to fight having left him. “Shall we go ahead and get going?”
After all, Paul reasoned, now as the beaming girl linked her arm with his, the sooner he got there, the sooner he could leave, at the very least.
