Lloyd returned to the same bar he had been in before to wait there until he met Albert, Mr. Bong's friend (Shira's father). A little rain fell during the night, and Lloyd sat silently by the window of his long room, as if eager for a clue to his path.
It was a long night for Lloyd, like his first day in Valhalla. The next day, Lloyd woke up late to find his door open. He was a little surprised but didn't dwell on it. He went down to the bar and sat for a while talking with May.
"Oh, good morning, White," May said with a smile. "Oh, how are you, Miss May?" Lloyd replied, sitting down on the bench. While Lloyd was filing his nails, he asked May, "Mr. Mackay hasn't shown up today." "I don't know," she replied. "Perhaps he's not here today." "Don't you know where he lives?" Lloyd asked, surprised. May replied: I told you before that his personality is mysterious and I'm sorry that I don't know anything except that he comes here every evening.
Lloyd walked to the large glass window that enclosed the entire building, gazing at the city's main street and its reflection. "Good. I'll be waiting for him here tonight," he thought.
Lloyd went up to his room and fell asleep as the hours ticked by. Evening arrived, and Albert, as usual, was at the bar. He was sitting in a dimly lit corner. Lloyd was awakened by May's voice calling him from the door. He jumped out of bed, startled. "What the hell is this?" Kayla spoke in a low voice, barely audible to anyone but herself. "Mr. MacKay is here and he's probably about to leave... Hurry up."
Lloyd sighed, as if forced to leave the room amidst the dim lighting of the building's structure.
He went downstairs, his eyes darting around, taking in the surroundings. Then he approached the dimly lit corner. "May I have a seat, sir?" He raised his eyebrows, his eyes peering out from behind dark sunglasses. "Oh, of course." "How eccentric," Lloyd muttered to himself as he sensed something.
"Ah, I don't know where to begin... but someone named Bong Ozora sent me to you... and said you're a friend of his and might be able to help me during my time in this city..." He then took out his lighter and lit a cigarette. "Well, what's in it for me?" "What?" Lloyd was taken aback, his face a picture of utter bewilderment. "What are you talking about?" Albert looked at him, the cigarette flame flickering faintly between his fingers.
Everything has a price, doesn't it?
Lloyd slammed his fist on the table, his anger rising. "Listen to me carefully. I'm looking for something important and valuable to me right now, and I don't have time for your fucking jokes... right now."
Albert laughed mockingly at Lloyd's outburst. "Ohhhhh... you know, I haven't laughed like that in ages, young man." Then, for a moment, his expression, stiff with laughter and mockery, shifted to a sharp, hard one. "Listen to what your fucking ears are about to hear. I don't like playing games with children... so if you don't like my terms," he said, his gaze piercing Lloyd. "Then get out of here right now."
Albert's words, laced with insults for Lloyd, struck the room like a thunderbolt amidst the deathly silence at the table.
He added, "And the ridiculous thing you're looking for, I can't afford it, and... that's your job, not mine." The moment those words overflowed, those words burned away what little sanity remained in Lloyd: "What did you say, you bastard?" His left eye turned red. He raised his head for a moment, smashing the table in front of him as if it had been a barrier between him and his target.
With the swiftness of his left foot, he unleashed a fiery punch aimed at Albert. Albert leaped to the left with agility and a reaction that suggested this man possessed great potential. The punch slammed into the wall, creating a hole through which the light of the streetlamp filtered in.