With a slam of a door, and a quiet huff, Toby tossed his bag on the small sofa, flopping onto the bed. Sighing in both exhaustion, stress and happiness.

He wasn't sure how he felt.

Overwhelmed and confused.

That's what he'd stick with for now.

He could upload a recording later, he just wanted to rest, and let all of his surroundings and the current events sink in.

Life was somewhat livable now- he would say good, but he didn't want to jinx it.