Two days later he found himself driving through the mostly deserted town, then down the worn, rock trail leading to his new home. He stopped at a local market and stocked up on food for at least a week after filling up his car with his few personal belongings from his flat.
He pulled up into the driveway and parked his car. He unpacked next, stocking up the kitchen with food and one of the bedrooms with his personal items. It was nearing nighttime and he flopped onto the bed after kicking off his shoes and pants. He shut his eyes and tried to fall asleep, but his thoughts were running wild.
He then was hit with the remembrance of the door at the end of the hallway. Finding the key was the last thought in his mind as he drifted off into sleep, dreaming dreams that were only going to be forgotten the next morning.
