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Ian grinned as he stuffed clothes into suitcases, pinning the phone to his shoulder with his head. "No, no really I'm serious! I was skeptical at first too, but these guys are the real deal!" Ian explained, waving his hands around as he spoke, even though his friend on the other side couldn't see him. "Alright, whatever you say Ian. But I'm just saying, you have to think reasonably here. I mean there has to be some sort of catch! Would they really ask a Graphic Design nerd to go live in some house to 'live his dreams'? I mean come on! You cant say that doesn't sound like a scam! And even if it is the real deal, there has to be some sort of catch!" Ian stopped in his tracks, tshirt still mid throw. "...Did you just call me a nerd?" He questioned, bringing the shirt over to the suitcase and droping it. "Really that's what you gathered from that rant?" Ian chuckled at his friend. "You know I think I'm going to hang up now before you actually convince me of letting this amazing opportunity go. Peace out, sucker." He joked, laughing as he hung up. Shaking his head as he laughed lightly, Ian walked back to his drawer, which to his utter frustration still wasn't empty. "How much clothes do I have?" He muttered to himself as he pulled more clothes out.

As he pulled out some pants, a picture fell to the ground. Raising an eyebrow, Ian picked up the picture carefully. Turning it in his hands, his brows furrowed, as if to make sure the picture was of who he thought it was. "Louella?" He questioned as if the girl in the picture would respond. Lou grinned at him, head tilted, the light behind her practically making a halo around her head. Ian frowned down at the picture, "Why do I still have pictures?" He thought aloud. Oh yes that was right, he had wanted to get rid of all of her pictures so long ago, but couldnt bring himself to do it. He would look through the pictures all the time, the pain in his chest would grow. Until one evening, when he was drunk, he appearently hid all of the pictures in his apartment. Ian shook his head, returning to reality, he looked at the picture in his hands, gripping the top of the picture, as if he were going to rip it. He could have sworn he made the jerking motion, but the picture remained intact. Sighing he shoved the picture in to his back pocket.

Shoving the final article of clothing in he zipped the suitcase, grinning as he had done it... in only two large suitcases and a duffle bag. His backpack hung off one shoulder as he tried to balance his suitcases. As he walked outside an old man came up to him, his black suit making Ian momentarily suspicious. "Excuse me, Are you Ian Pratt?" Ian nodded cautiously. "Ahh, very well, I'm to take you to the airport. Please let me help with your bags." Ian allowed the man to take a suitcase as he followed close behind. Helping the old man shove the heavy suitcases into the trunk, Ian then grabbed his backpack, sliding into the backseat. "Um, do you mind if I ask how sent you?" Ian asked, looking to the driver through the rearview mirror. The old man smiled, wrinkles bunching up at his eyes to make it look as if they were almost closed. "I'm sorry, but Ive been directed not to say a word! Now please just enjoy the ride." Ian just nodded, 'well that wasn't creepy as hell...' he thought.

Soon Ian was ushered out of the car, left on his own at the airport with a bit too much luggage to handle. He checked in, went through security and had Cinna-bon. (Which was all new to him.) After that little adventure, he plopped down on a seat in the air craft that would take him to Manhattan. He pulled out his sketchpad, flipping through the pages. He frowned as they were all in some way or another related to Louella. Some were portraits, some were some of her favorite things, he even had a picture of the corsage he was planing to give her, which looked whithered and dull next to the corsage 'Rupert' had given her, looking clearly better by comparasion. Ian finally slammed the sketchpad shut, shoving it into his backpack angrily. He leaned back, rubbing his temples as he tried to calm down. He plugged in his headphones, putting the volume on as high as possible and drifting to sleep.