::Willard nervously smoked his cigarette, dressed in his best: a emerald-green button-up, slacks, tie and business jacket of matching dark-gray color, his black gloves and Kelvin Clone shoes well-shined.
Stubbing out his cigarette, he looked about the Unit 13 employee lounge, figuring himself lucky to be early for the shindig…but still completely down over what had happened.
He poured himself a drink and held it up in a salute towards the place at the head of the table (reserved for Undine who would, now, never have the chance to warm it), sipping the burning whiskey nice and slow as he pondered over his own friendship with the be-all end-all of communication specialists::
Here's to you, kid…