[The wild, angry energy that was keeping him going has ebbed away. He doesn't know what'll be left.

Steve has been staying out of the way. She knows when her trainer is moody and needs space. Now she makes her way over, claws clicking on the floor. Blake's hand settles on her head and scratches absently.]

I'll shut this place down, I guess. Hasn't done anybody any good. Maybe we'll go off for a long walk somewhere. We've been hanging around this city too long.