Nerox stood outside of the bus doors, with a bitter taste in his mouth. His suitcases were left in the back of the car that drove him here, he has no clue where is room is, if he gets one, and has no idea what the layout is of the house. He looked over and saw the seat of the bus he kicked out. He walked over picked it up and smashed the bottom of it into the ground to make a bench and then sat in it.
(RECYCLING!!!)