The old butler had passed away over a decade ago.
The empty house lacked any sign of life.
Three days later, he went to see George River.
Both of them had lost the spirited vigor of their youth, the restlessness and madness of the past had long since vanished without a trace.
Sitting face to face, memories of the past surfaced in their minds.
There was regret, there was sorrow, and there was also acceptance.
They say time can dilute everything, but they still felt a void in their hearts.
It was as if something was missing, something that no matter how hard they tried, they could never fill.
After that, Jimmy Simmons and George River never saw each other again, nor did they meet in this city.
Because they both left.
They left carrying their respective regrets.
Neither found release for the rest of their lives.
...
Flames of red maple leaves marked another autumn's passing.
Louis Snyder still lived in the sanatorium.