After being yelled at for a while, Dante left the Bow of Fortune. His mood was far from good, but it was still better than it was when he drove toward the city center. Having decided to walk back to his apartment, he placed the Raven in his Storage. There wasn't much time before the clock hit midnight. Once it's past that, the final year of the twenty-first century will start.
As he walked, feeling the slight prickles of the chilly winter air freezing his face, Dante glanced behind him. Finn was there, following a few steps behind. Going by the way he kept his gaze down, it was clear that he had something to say.
Making a guess as to what it was, Dante looked up and spoke.
"The heist is over, and I've fully recovered. Guess it's finally time, huh?"
He waited a few seconds, but there was no reply. Just as he began to suspect that the boy didn't hear him, he heard a faint "oh". Glancing behind him once more, Dante saw that the boy had a look of realization on his face.
