His first step took him out of the staff bay, the air shimmered around him and then wrapped like a paper and just like that his boy was not there anymore.
The next step took him into an incorporeal world that had nothing but darkness that had multiple shapes.
The third step took him inside his room.
It was always slightly disorienting, but not unpleasant in anyways. Still, the strangeness of it all was something that could never be left behind. It was a very useful skill, if one could overlook the fact that you need to set up anchor points to use it.
His room was dark and smelled like an occupied place rather than an empty one.
He turned the light on, removed his jacket and put it on the hook. Then, changed out of his work cloths, into loose house wear and tidied the room.
After the cleaning the kitchen, he went to the front gate, opened it from the inside and leaned against the post with his hands in pockets.
