[ti]open[/ti]leaving on a jet plane

Logan hadn't really expected someone from Hydance to be there with stamps when he was about to leave UNOVRCon, but sure enough, the stamp booth was there, and Logan took the offered STAMP and smiled and tried to sort through his thoughts.

His suitcase was heavier than it had been on the way there, but he'd assumed that that would be the case, had packed only the essentials on the way in to prepare for just such an eventuality. A few larger items were being shipped back home, and that... hadn't been part of the plan, exactly, but it wasn't a problem either. He had plenty of space to spare back home, and it wasn't like the money was an issue, after all.

But... the con hype was starting to wear off, and Logan was tired, and starting to realize how much time, effort, and money he had spent on this little expedition. Was it worth it? All for some video game that he refused to let anybody else from back home ("from real life", he thought, as if the convention wasn't, as if none of the people he'd met back there had been real people going about their own lives just the same as Logan himself) know that he played it in the first place.

He had fun. That was what mattered, right? That he'd had fun at the time?

But if that was the case, why did he suddenly been so burned out?