Lukas stood in front of the empty wardrobe, staring at the space where their clothes had been.
He'd packed everything in minutes. That was the thing about starting with nothing. It didn't take long to move it.
All they were here for was two people's worth of clothing, a few personal items, and the contents of a kitchen that had produced more good meals than he'd expected when he first arrived in this body.
He turned and looked around the room.
His eyes moved to the same wooden bed he'd found uncomfortable when he'd first arrived. But now, he was able to sleep like a baby on it with no problems.
He sat down on the edge of it one last time and exhaled.
This place had been the first thing he'd called his own in this world.
It was falling down around itself and had needed more repairs than he'd ever had the money to make, but it had been his.
