Tony nodded, gesturing for Bond to follow.

It wasn't long before they were back at the hotel- Alone, and sadly with no good news to report back.

Q sat on the edge of the bed, staring at his socks. One was navy, the other was black. He wasn't sure how he made that mistake so often, but here he was with odd socks, yet again.

"Are you alright?" he asked Bond quietly.