[You are the Ron Weasley.

He's relieved at Elliot's level headed response. Some people give him such a look of pity...it's hard to really want to talk about your past when you expect everyone to feel bad for you. At least...to that degree.]

I did. As soon as funeral arrangements were done, I put all his stuff in a storage unit, packed up what little I had and made off for Recolle.

I hopped motels for awhile, til Astrid found me.