Chung stepped forwards and shook Jack's hand. 'Look, man, I've got to split. See you around, okay?'
'You're really going through with it?' Ava marveled, shaking his hand in turn. 'I mean… China?'
'With the Chapter finished and all my friends dead…' He shrugged. 'In 1875, my family came over from China to Chicago. Now I just feel it's time I went back to the old country. Roots, I guess. You know?'
Jarvis nodded. 'I have many friends in China, old and wise. If you wished—'
'Thanks,' said Chung. 'But I think I should find my friends. And my own wisdom.'
'That sounds pretty wise of you, for starters,' Amon said amicably, clapping Chung on the back. 'Good luck.'
Chung nodded round at them all. 'Goodbye.' Then he turned and walked away, heading for International Departures.
Amon turned to Lucy and smiled. 'See how easily he's doing that? Just upping sticks and getting away from it all…'
Lucy sighed. 'Amon, we've been through this already…'
