The Drifter found himself in the Blue Ant once again. He decided to take a seat in the booth again, this time in the seat where Holly typically sat. Holly was one of his very few trusted friends in Insilico, and now she was gone. Not dead, but rather, having fled Insilico. He cannot help but feel a creeping sadness come upon him. He did care for this cyborg, she was his friend. He had her on comms, but she was still very much gone. Therefore, he was in essence, very much alone. He sighed, and sat down in the booth, a glass of scotch present at the table.
A note played in his head, a note he had heard before. Gymnopedie No. 3 by Erik Satie. A fitting melody for a man having to deal with the ever cruel emotion of loneliness. However it was also fitting because he knew she was still alive and well, and would possibly return someday. A glimmer of hope, yet this moment still being, for the most part, a moment of utter loneliness.