During the drive Jack had time to think. His mind was a mix of eagerness, curiosity, optimism and fear. Sure it felt exhilarating to embark on his new adventures, to move out of his own safety bubble so to speak. He made lists of things he wanted to do or accomplish. He scribbled down various little activities, big or small, on his calendar. Even if he didn't have a clear picture of where he wanted to end up at he felt liberated to, day by day, be on step closer to a new him. Nonetheless, it all was overwhelming and Jack had a tendency to ignore that fact. Any negative feeling or thought was categorized as nervousness; it sounded a lot better than a potential warning sign.

Jack smiled casually as he met up with Samuel in the parking lot. "Apathy works in my favor this time."

He followed the artist into the apartment complex. He nearly offered to take the box when they reached the main entrance but it seemed Samuel was skilled at managing to be able to unlock it and not drop the cardboard box in the process.

The apartment building caused Jack to give a small sigh; he was remembering his first place, the little one bedroom apartment that, despite its shabbiness, offered him complete freedom. Briefly, the idea of moving out of his current living establishment popped up. He was still in the rented and remodled duplex that Amber and him had shared. It was nice, the landlord was nice and the area was nice. It did, however, lack furniture and served as a reminder of his former life. Jack would consider it later.

They reached Samuel's door and Jack said, "Home sweet home?"