His new home wasn't that far away.
On the street, he passed several other people clutching yellow envelopes, both men and women. Many of them kept looking from the paper they had in their hands to their surroundings and back again, diligently searching for their new addresses. Others stumbled blindly. Some were crying.
Jon understood all these reactions. His hope was that the experiment wouldn't last that long. Before leaving, he'd slipped the rock into his pocket, where he would have access to it as soon as the experiment was over.
After fifteen minutes of walking, he found the house. Since it was in the same part of town, it was very similar to his old one.
With a heavy sigh, Jon walked through the fence gate, shutting it behind him. The sound reminded him of prison, which wasn't such an inaccurate comparison.
