Let's pretend that didn't happen..

You are back outside, and the sun is at high noon.

You start walking back towards the gates, determined not to let what happened with Angus ruin your plans.

"Good luck.. again.. hun.." the older woman calls out.

"We're rooting for you." the younger woman adds, with a weak smile.

"Thanks." you say.

They look a little embarrassed by what they witnessed, but at least they're still cheering for you.

"Best of luck Cocksu... Uhh. Clara.. Good luck, dear!" the older woman says.

You wave goodbye to the two of them and walk back to the gates.

As you approach the gate, the guard smiles and gives you a friendly wave.