Each step he took opened up new fanciful opportunities, or so he thought, and with each step his former life receded from his conscious mind, strangely enough, without care of consideration for those left behind. To go AWOL in this manner wasn't planned, but Bartholomew couldn't have chosen a better time to venture out into the steamy world at large. The sun was shining, the air was warm and inviting as it was the middle of Summer. People were happy and smiling, as spirits are always uplifted by such natural conditions. Bartholomew felt attuned to the same natural phenomena, striding forward with a quite inane grin spread across his pampered features, feeling more at home than he had for many a year. He soon became aware that he needed to not only 'feel at home' but to look the part too. The shop windows reflected a Bartholomew that no longer existed, or at least represented a being that was garbed in clothing unsuited to the life he now wanted to lead. But what did he know about shopping? Shop he did, nonetheless, but his choices created but a parody of who he now thought himself to be - still a rich man is how he actually appeared to others. With money jingling in his pockets he cruised the sidewalks, surveying all around him with childlike innocence. Something else rattled in his pockets - his credit cards and mobile phone. To the astonishment of quite a few onlookers, he defaced them, damaged them and dumped them in the nearest bin to hand. He was ready to be who he wanted to be - free of nearly all worldly possessions and anything that would tie him to the Bartholomew of old. Life beckoned and he now felt ready to receive whatever it had to offer, come what may.