[A note is left on Yury's door. The house is empty, save furniture that was already there.] To anyone who reads this note, I will be gone by now. That doesn't come as good news to most people, I'm assuming. At least in Mud. The life of a rebel comes back to bite me in the ass. I can't stay in Mud any longer, unfortunately. I'm sorry. The galaxy's best assassins and mercenaries are hunting me. If Mud burns, I'd like to know that it wasn't my fault. What a beautiful town. And kind people. So, I would life to clarify a few things: The garden I built in Mud will be my ultimate contribution to Mud. It is for everyone. I left an abundance of empty jam jars in the street below my home. Sorry about that. This is also Mud's. To the Mayor, Mr. Piloti, I thank you for the generous amounts of kindness your town has offered me. One day, I will return. But that's a long time from now. [Taped to this note are two sheets of paper, one is a recipe for his signature pearlpea risotto, and the other is a how to on how to make jam.]
