[he can almost feel it... which is precisely why he doesn't look]

It's all right. I remember where to go and how to get back. I remember everything in fact. Must have been some after effect of...well, you know...

I'll be fine on my own. So... I'll see you... later. [and he closes the mirror, effectively ringing off before hurrying down the side street, book tucked under his arm. He feels terrible about leaving Crowley in a mess, but it will be a much worse mess if he remains]