"..." His head twisted round, mouthing a silent protest as the man left, fishing in his pockets for some cash which he lay on the table before hurrying after him, shrugging on his trench.
"Eh! Where you goin'?" he called after him, and with a frown, fearing he wouldn't stop, or would disappear before he caught up, he let go of the static fogging his mind, pointedly calling out for him.