 I'm going to miss you. When are you leaving? Right away. My stuff's packed and the car's downstairs. All right, I'll get the house key for you. Oh, thanks. Oh, and Eve. I'd rather you told no one where I am. Not at first, anyway. Oh? Well, I'm thinking about Freddy. You know how he worries about the firm. Something would come up at the office, he'd be on the phone pestering me. I just don't want to be bothered. All right, Charlie. I won't tell a soul.