It's assumed that someone will come looking for you, but what if there's no one to look for you? You wander around, as you can, and well, then find your path as quickly and as well as possible. He treats me just like a kid, but someday, he'll make his love for me. That's what he's saying. He wants to turn back, but he doesn't know what to do. The detective is at his house, and the detective is the one who told all of his private information to him. He's a thief, he says, and that's why he had to drag everything out of the house. Wait, what? This is a closet, and it's full of love, and maybe love is what's keeping him from falling in love with the detective. He apologizes for hiding in the closet because he was scared, and says that it was partly the owner's fault, too.