And today, a farewell to Kings.
So many years after the Fall of the House of Lanyo, we depart forever the ruins of our ancestral home.
Vito did look back as the car pulled away from the curb, but only for a second.
And now we sit in an airport terminal, Gate 9, a regularly-scheduled flight to the rest of our lives. Vito is lurking the concessions now -- he already bought three sandwiches and he is convinced we will need several more.