[He's sprinting now, his boots making some awful squishing sounds in the post-snow muck. Normally, he would hate that, it means he's gotta clean it up, but not today. His mind has fixated on something. Someone. Lupin was here. The guy that he'd given everything up to catch. The comedic jerkface who he really cared for, but could never admit.

Zenigata bursts through into the clearing where he heard the voice, and stops within inches of his "nemesis"]

L...Lupin? Is that really you? Holy crap, it really is...