Snape looks at the Fish and Chips Restaurant standing in front of him, now menacing with its tones. He marches straight in, looking for his Boss. Instead, he finds the Cousin, counting the packets of condiments.
"Where is he?"
"I'm not sure who you're talking about."
Snape glares with a certain fury.
"Oh, it's you! Sorry didn't recognize you there mate. If you wanted to talk to the Boss, he's gone today."
"Gone?" He repeats the words silently to himself. He needs to speak with him straight this instant, where could he possibly be?
"Listen, mate, the boss doesn't like visits without agenda. If you could just leave him a little call."
"I don't want to leave a call, I need to speak with him now. In fact, since you're here, you can leave him a message. Tell him that Snape is done playing games and following his wild goose chase. I'm staying here for good and if he wants me, he can hound me and drag me straight to Hell with his bare hands. Because I'm done slaving for him. All be damned. Tell me exactly that."
With those words, Snape heels towards the door, shaking as if he'd just thrown up.