Once he gets out of here, he maintains there's simply no need. Nothing for anyone he loves here, nothing for him. To hell with the past, and it's ghosts.

Raylan keeps his painfully confused look as they step into the offices and it doesn't change with Rachel's greeting. So it's not just Don. He had to wonder if Winona would know too, like some big cosmic joke was being played on him and Willa. He needed to make that call.

"For a couple days at least, Rachel," he answers, supplying her name for Willa's sake only. "We haven't really decided the rest yet - Can you-" He gestures at Willa with a finger and Rachel nods, setting down her pen and leaning back in her chair. Raylan gestures towards his desk at Willa and starts to walk away with - "Won't take me but a minute-" as he pulls his blackberry out of his inside jacket pocket. Stepping into the conference room, Raylan keeps half an eye on Willa as he dials up Winona's number and listens to the ringing.