Trace east laying there in his own world, he didn't notice her walk back in the room. He was holding something small in his hand and was rubbing it softly with his thumb. The gold locked twinkled when the light his it, his mother had given it to him and he was doing his best without her there anymore. He laid there a bit more and realized the note on his knee, he read it and saw the open window. Walking over he peered out seeing her laying there talking to herself. Her house was welcoming even if her mom went off now and again, but it felt different for him still. He went to his bag and grabbed it, writing "you can have this. Hope it brings you more luck.. sorry" he placed the locket on the note and went for the door.

Once the door was open he could hear her parents talking down there, he slowly worked his way down. Not seeing them there he walked to the door and went outside quietly and shut the door behind him. He felt bad for just up and leaving but he would feel worse if he drug her family into his issues. He was happy she helped get him out of that hell, but now he didn't have a place. The dark streets seemed like an odd place to stay but he would manage, he would have to.