Just keep walking. No one has any reason to think you don't belong here. For all they know, you're just another face in the crowd. No one suspects a thing. Just. Keep. Walking.

There was nowhere to look that didn't feel like a reminder. Every flower was her favorite color, every shop somewhere she would've loved. Out of the corners of his eyes, every face looked like hers. It seemed like a betrayal, being here without her. The things they'd talked about for hours felt awful without her there.

He needed a way to get her back. But what could he do? There was no insane plan that would work this time. No one of his classic schemes would have a chance of succeeding. They knew him. They knew every part of his mind, every angle he could devise. She was gone forever. And he could do nothing about it. He couldn't save her, couldn't help at all.

Another unpleasant thought came into his mind. Where was he supposed to go? He didn't have any friends. No family, nowhere to stay. The most likely option at this point was to sleep under a bench in the park. It could be worse.

She could've done something. Her plans actually worked. She was the smartest person he'd ever known. She knew so much about the world. But in the end, it hadn't helped her. Not much could've.

The scary Goatee guy had captured her, like most spy movie villains, he’d been jealous, and decided that kidnap her would make her fall in love with him.

she would hate me comparing our lives to a movie plot.

But she isn’t here to hate them,

She was the partner that kept him in check, kept him from being reckless, and making him think things through.

He was the one to take action, to stop thinking, to keep going.

I have to get her back, no matter what.

If she wasn’t here, then a reckless plan would have to do.

Break in, find her, get out.

Maybe a little more thought out.

Find a team, figure out how to sneak in, dispose of Mr. Goatee, find her, discreetly sneak out, survive.

Better.