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Ryan stared out the window a moment longer, the house had a nice view down into a small town, there were small clusters of trees that were scattered about and with the morning sun shining down on it all it looked very peaceful. He let out a breath and then pushed the curtains open letting the sun into his room. He turned and examined the room. It was a simple room with a large open wall left wallpapered with streaks of blue and yellow. His bed was rather small and simple which suited him just fine. Ryan was never one for the luxurious. He left his bed unmade and walked to his suitcase.

Since he was going to be staying here he might as well make himself at home. He opened his suitcase saw a small yellowed post it with his mothers cursive on it. He picked it up and read it once, twice and then laughed a bit harshly. The note had read "Try not to get thrown in jail again. Mum. No farewells, no I love you's, just don't get into trouble. Ryan sighed and he folded the note and put it next to the one he had received from Dr. Hawking and then went back to his suitcase.

Ryan's way of unpacking was quite simple really, he gathered all his clothes into his arms, kicked open his dresser and shoved them all in. He shut the doors quickly and waited a moment to see if they would break open from the masses of clothes. When they didn't he turned back to his suitcase and brought out too flags. One was a Ferrari flag which he hung carefully in the corner of his room. The other, the Irish flag hung next to his window. Ryan stood back to examine his decorations proudly when he heard the creak of the dresser door and the unmistakable sound of clothes falling to the floor. He sighed and regarded the clothes and left them. Instead he went to the door to his room, it was time to explore a little.