Mark left the lot in his 2010 Deodora Land Rover V5, the bird knew this because Hank would often call it by name like an angry parent calling a child. His owner was enamoured by it. Hank followed it, it took another route he knew. A route that further brought down his mood. The route was to a cemetery.  Mark picked up flowers on the way, and continued driving. 

Mark reached his destination, and walked through the graves easily, like a programmed robot. He stopped before the tomb of Hank Josh and did not move. Hank flew closer onto a spiked gate. Then, he saw the man quivering. It wasn’t cold, though. Mark recollected himself,  and started a speech. 

“Hello, man. It has been a while…I am suffering. THe business has been empty recently, and I don’t know. You were a brother to me, and you were such an annoying beam of blinding light. Even now, you  would probably tell me to keep trying and to take your death as a sign to enjoy each day. Sometimes, you were tone deaf, but you helped people- you helped me in so many ways. Goodbye. “

He left some flowers around, and saw the multi-coloured bird . Mark threw over a flower to start his new life of spreading joy.The bird hopped until he picked up the flower with its beak. Mark’s speech was beautiful, and even Hank could understand it. He could even see the futility of him going each day to find things to decorate his owner’s grave with. Instead, that flower could be used as a part of a nest he  built, and Hank could build a family of people whom he did not even know. They would be just as hurt as Mark if he left. That became his new goal, to start his own journey.