"I've lingered long enough," he said, "14 months and that's plenty. I'm done with that, and I won't sit around and wait for things to change. I'll change them. Me."

He nodded, as if it added emphasis to his words, punctuated them somehow, and he shifted his hands to his hips.

"Oh we're not running," he said, "nor are we walking. I'm driving."

There was a glint of a smile then. "Trust me, you'll love this."