"Okay, see you." And since there's nothing really more they can say, Clint hangs up the phone, standing at it for a few minutes and thinking, before shrugging a little and moving off, Andy following him like he usually does.

It's not a long drive to Laura's place, so he has time to grab a quick rinse-off shower and generally make himself not look like he'd had a workout and then fallen asleep on the couch; he's not a stickler for cleanliness, but there are limits and he doesn't need to frighten her when she's paying him. He also has time to pop Andy a couple of treats and read a newspaper article about military engagements in eastern Europe before it's time to get going. Leaving Andy with a rawhide chew to destroy, Clint loads the chest in the back of his pickup truck with his toolkit and a few other carefully chosen components necessary for window repair and heads on over. It takes him about fifteen minutes to get to Magnolia, and she was right: the boarded window is like a blinking neon sign to him, something that sticks out badly in this neighborhood of slightly older and smaller but well-maintained houses. Another minute and he's carefully pulling up to park along the street, as out of the way as he can, and then he pulls out his toolkit and the bag of assorted non-standard things and heading up the short walk to her front door. Glancing over the building once more, he presses the doorbell, then stands back and waits.