Okay

He speeds off, the files in the passenger seat beside him as he sits in silence in the car.

There's now a bunch of feathers in the cup holder.

He'd have to clean it out again, the third time this week.

That's a lot of feathers to clean.

He parks in front of the house, getting out and walking up the steps to the front door. He knocks, now in his all-black spy uniform.

Rosebud keeps chirping.

The door opens and a young girl, probably in college opens the door. "OH! Bex! Gosh, when was the last time you actually stopped by!? Come in!" She says cheerfully, he smiles and walks in, frowning at the newly decorated home. "You changed it..." He mutters. She shrugs, "It was time for a new change in scenery."

Rosebud keeps singing.

He nods, shrugging. He sits down, not in a hurry at all to finish his first assignment.