Jack didn't know what he was doing. As he sat down in his car, he leaned his head on the steering wheel in a sea of mixed emotions.
"Come after me!" she'd said. What he wouldn't do to be able to do that. He had some money saved, but not enough to just walk up & buy a ticket! And could he just walk out on his career - his life for the past 10 years? All on the assumption that she wanted him for more than just a play mate on her next adventure? "Grrr. Miss Fisher, what have I let you do to me?!"
The reality of his situation struck him hard. In a daze, he returned home wondering what to do next. In a most uncharacteristic move, he decided his first course of action would be to get drunk.
In the morning he was nursing a massive hangover - he knew drinking didn't solve anything, but just now it was all too much for him to handle. He decided that maybe a brisk morning walk would help clear his head and help him figure out what to do.
He wandered through the streets, not taking any notice of the people & places he was passing. Just kicking the occasional stone from his path and watching his feet hit the pavement.
He must have been walking for over an hour before he turned a corner & realised where he'd unconsciously ended up. Her house. What good was coming here? What possible reason could he give to Mr Butler for being there? He was just about to turn away, when he heard the door open and Mr Butler came outside.
"Inspector! How nice to see you Sir. I wasn't expecting you til later on, but please, do come in."
'Expecting me?' Why would he be expecting me?! Intrigued, Inspector Robinson moved inside.