He went back to his room, grabbed his jacket, and checked his comm for the nearest transit station. It was about a fifteen-minute walk from the house, which wasn't terrible, but it wasn't great either. He pulled up his credit balance while he was at it and immediately wished he hadn't.
The number staring back at him was depressing. Not emergency-level depressing, but the kind of depressing where you started doing mental math on whether you could afford both the round-trip fare and food this week.
