The tour had been…helpful. Honestly it had been overwhelming and disconcerting but Allen knew that the information from the tour had been necessary even if he still didn’t know where to start. Fight, that was what he had done for so long of course but in a war that was not his own for reasons that he didn’t understand, that wasn’t the same.

There was a different war he should have been fighting and the only way to get back to it was to fight someone else’s war. He supposed life had never been about fairness. Ironically in this place his injuries seemed to hurt less, without that sense of something stirring inside him. Now that he was gone he had to wonder what happened to get rid of it, was it this place?

Allen wasn’t good at sitting around for answers, so he’d walked. And while they had thoughtfully provided a map—of course he got lost, it was the rule of the universe or something. He stopped, looking around, for being in the middle of the dessert this place still had a lot of greenery.

Maybe it was the somewhat clownish appearance or maybe it was the cards, carefully stacked into a house. Allen approached, if nothing else maybe he could get some directions back to that place he was staying.