Link was sitting on one of Montag's expensive couches, holding a glass of scotch, while most of the Vanguardians in the party watched the basketball game on TV. Drake left the game for a second, and sat next to Link.
"Listen..." Drake said, "I'm sorry for doubting you, we just..."
"Nah, don't sweat it," Link interrupted, patting Drake in the back. "All the evidence pointed towards me... Plus, I was in the team for so little time I didn't give you guys a chance to know me. You did the right thing."
Drake smiled. "So, are you coming back?"
"You know..." Link sat back. "For like... 80 years I've wanted to go back to adventuring and be in a team without having to constantly look over my shoulder, and now that it's finally possible I... I don't know, I just wanna sabor the moment. I wanna travel the world again for a while, like I did when I was younger, take on adventuring by myself... And then, when I'm ready, get back to the team, only on a full-time basis and with no holding back my powers."
"Well, when that happens, give us a call," Drake replied. "There's always gonna be a parking space in our building for you."
"Thanks, pal," Link smiling at the reworked cliché. "And if you ever need some extra muscles to beat down an alien invasion or something, call Quentin and he'll contact me..."
"What's he, your mother?" Drake laughed.
"No, more like a queer british nanny..."
"Remind me to introduce him to Ian."
"Will do." Link stood up. "Now, if you'll excuse me, there's a jet waiting for me at the La Perdita airport..."
"You leaving so soon?" Drake asked.
"Don't worry, I'll be back before this thing ends... You won't even notice I was gone!"
"Heh. Where are you going?"
Link grabbed his coat and headed the door. "I'm gonna visit a friend..."
