He leans back against the Cortina, and automatically pulls a fag out. He's assessing the damage too, catalouging ever bullet hole and dent, every piece of twisted metal, because it takes his mind off how it feels to see it like this. He really loved that car. It's all part of the change, of course. Just like Luigi packing up and moving on. No loose ends. But the difference is, he'd got rid of the Cortina willingly after Sam. He wasn't ready to lose the Quattro, and everything that went with it.

So he can't help the sadness that washes through him when he sees it like this. He had thought, just maybe, he might find it here again - but he thought it'd be whole. Not like this.