It'd wouldn't be too long now.

Not long at all until he'd get back at the men who killed Hank. Hell, Walt didn't really want to think about it right now. There were a few more steps before he could take that final leap after all. His final leap, Walt wasn't expecting to get out of this alive, nor did he really want to. His mark had been left and his name would be remembered.

The man who spread blue like wildlife. That had a nice ring to it. Back to it though, Walt needed to pay his old home for a visit. For the ricin of course, to deal with Lydia. His little 'trust fund' was already waiting for Flynn to turn eighteen under the facade of a little charitable donation from Grey Matter. The little contraption he was planning to use for the grand finale was unfinished, but he had time.

Plenty of it at that. Walter was three steps ahead, and what better time to be such a thing than for the end of his story. His pride wouldn't let him close the curtains until he figured out how his signature blue product was still circulating. Well, he already knew, it was Jesse's work. Walt just didn't know why. And he had to know.

Now though, he'd have a nice little reprieve.

Shutting the trunk to his car, Walt took a moment to hack his lungs up. No need to draw attention inside of a quiet Denny's after all. When he was done, he sighed deeply through his nose. And, just like he'd expected, the restaurant was quiet, barely even ten bodies he counted. Bacon and eggs would do, it didn't matter much to him.

When he got his order, Walt simply stared down at the plate. A million thoughts were running through his mind, and yet he was eerily calm. Calculative as he always had been because he was Walter White. What else would he be?

"Whoa, what happened there?"

Walt blinked, lifting his eyes to meet the waiter's before they drifted down to his plate. When had he arranged his bacon into a fifty two?

"It's my birthday."

"Yeah? Well, happy birthday."

Giving her a tiny nod Walt filtered his eyes back down to his plate.

"Yeah..."