I've given up my job at the agency. My apartment too. I got a new one. Willy's. It's just as it was that night. Right down to the last pastel and brush. It's going to stay that way too. Everything just as it was. Every gadget that Willy used in his work. I've got a use for everything in that apartment. I've got to _know_ what happened. And there's only one real way to find out. I spend my days thinking about my ideal woman. Each day she gets more vivid in my mind. My evenings are spent at Art School. I'm learning fast....