This was it. This was the moment in your life where you were going to rid yourself of everything related to Waldo. You, in a rage, look around looking for something to break. You had lost Waldo, you had lost your adventure. You traveled through time and interacted with complete psychopaths, and for what!? Just to let yourself get toyed with by some alien? No. This was not going to be your life anymore. You slam your fist on a table and grab your camera.

What if he comes back?

No. Even if that striped menace comes near you again you'll sock him in the face, Waldo is a and doesn't deserve your attention. You're strong and independent and you don't need any Waldo in your life. He can leave your life and you can meet somebody better, hell you don't need anybody at all. You look at the camera and after a brief moment of hesitation, delete the photos that you had taken of Waldo. For a brief instance you consider smashing the camera it a heated fit of rage, crushing all the memories at once, but you decide that because the camera is quite expensive it would probably be best to not break it. After looking around you decide that it would be best to rest. Let yourself forget what weird emotional journey Waldo had put you through. Everything made so much more sense in the start..