That evening Bond did go for a swim – a long swim in fact that proved to be the cure which his mind and body needed. After an hour and a half in the lake, Bond dried himself off, took one last look at the setting sun over the far side of the lake, and returned to the cabin. Later, he fixed himself something to eat, and after dark decided to sit on the porch to listen to the peaceful sounds of the night. Crickets were chirping rhythmically providing the percussion elements of nature’s melody. Their notes were aided by what Bond identified as tree frogs. These sounds were interspersed with the calls of birds, the hoots of owls, and the rustling of the leaves in the trees caused by the gentle breeze that blew through the night. Bond, lost in his thoughts, let out a chuckle when he realized the alliteration in the phrase “leaves in the trees from the breeze”. The night air began to develop a chill and Bond decided it was time to turn in to bed.

As Bond lay in bed he continued to let his mind wander among such things as his most recent cases, the ride to the cabin, his silly paranoia caused by the fawn in the bushes, and what tomorrow had in store for him. In many ways, Bond was something of an enigma. On the one hand, he was quite content spending the week alone, doing as he pleased and not having to answer to the bureaucrats in London. One could say he was a loner, but he was certainly not lonely. To the contrary, Bond had such an extraordinary amount of charm and charisma that he could instantly capture the attention of the ladies – as well as the men, but for different reasons – at formal dinner parties, casinos, and other social events.

The one thing that these two personas – the introvert and the extrovert -- had in common was that they each rarely let their personal side show through. While Bond had a keen sense of interpreting what his foes were thinking even from the slightest of gestures, he rarely let others see into the world of his thoughts, his feelings. Bond thought it was best this way, and, in any case, he would likely find it difficult to express feelings even if he had wanted to. He had spent so many years training his mind to disregard these complicated and muddling emotions as a 00 agent, that it had become natural for him to do so. He viewed social settings as mere forms of entertainment, and sometimes as entertaining challenges, and he readily enjoyed them. As for his solitary side, Bond knew that his life couldn’t be all fun and games. Occasionally he had to step back into the world of everyone else, re-tune his sharp mind, and maintain the proper perspective on his profession.

Bond gradually drifted off to sleep, and the night passed without incident.