Amare smiled back at Kyoko. "Well, it has been a pleasure talking with you Kyoko," Amara said, stooping down into another formal bow. "But I must depart from you here. I am sure your brother is missing you. Though, if you should ever need the company...," Amare added, digging around in his coat pocket until he came up with a slip of white paper. He handed it to Kyoko with the smallest of winks. "You should feel free to visit. I always have room for another student." And with a firm nod and a lingering smile, Amare turned on heel and strode back down the street in the direction he had come, back to the river, and back to the ocean. On the card, it read:
"UNIVERSITY OF NEW ENGLAND
BIDDEFORD AND PORTLAND, MAINE
AMARE A. DIPLARAKOS
Ph.D
PROFESSOR OF HISTORY"