"I carried a gun on my for fifteen years, Methos," he said, softly. "It didn't do me any good when the people I called my friends came looking for me." He looked out the window and sighed heavily. He hated thinking about all that. It was part of why he wouldn't be teaching class on Wednesday. He just hadn't told Methos about it yet.

"I do see your point though," he finally conceded quietly. "So... I'll go back to keeping a gun with me if you think I should."