It was only half a month after the death of the cardinal and Josh could walk without a limp, though right now he was sitting at the same cafe he had first met Cynthia at, a plain white button-up collared shirt with shirt sleeved and a faded pair of blue jeans replacing his usual suit. "Flight 227 arriving from Baltimore and gate 7.. all passengers are reminded to have their passes visible as they approach the gate, thank you." "Its quite something." he said to the woman sitting opposite him. "That this is the first time you've seen me out of a suit.." He smiles at Cynthia as he stirred his ices coffee with his straw. "And the first place we're going together that we're not going to get shot at." He had invited her to go with him on vacation as his was of thanking her for saving his life. If their short time of knowing each other they had done a lot of that, the Cynthia was getting her first taste Josh when he wasn't on duty. "I hear the surf is good this time of year, if you do that kind of thing." Josh did... once upon a time..