Toby woke up, this was only meant to be a twenty-two hours trip, he knew that the train had a delay, but still.

He started to check around him, making sure he'd packed everything. He looked out the window, smiling.

He'd made it. Toby was finally here. Vegas.

Toby rushed over to the train doors with his ticket and bag, waiting impatiently as they opened. He immediately dashed out when the doors opened.

This was really when his life began, he could be his own person.

Toby looked around, smiling brightly, no longer hiding his face, and ignoring the disturbed and scared looks he gained.

He pulled his phone out, searching for a somewhat decent motel. Toby needed to keep himself off of the streets as long as possible, but at the same time, he couldn't live in the worst place he could find.