"What?" I said, loud enough to startle myself. Scott, beside me, jerked as well.
"We're going. I wanted to say goodbye, and to give you some things that I won't be taking with me."
"What?" I said again, Scott just a beat behind me.
"My people — we're going. It has been decided. We've gotten what we came for."
Without another word, he set off towards his van. We followed along behind, shell-shocked.
Craphound's exoskeleton executed another macro and slid the panel-door aside, revealing the cowboy trunk.
"I wanted to give you this. I will keep the glasses."
"I don't understand," I said.
"You're all leaving?" Scott asked, with a note of urgency.
"It has been decided. We'll go over the next twenty-four hours."