After finding his new house(which, let's face it, was weird. Who gives houses complete with appliances?), Jess was coming to accept that this probably wasn't a drug induced hallucination or a mental break. There didn't seem to be anything pressing for him to do besides explore, so after finding the local bookstore--always the first stop besides accommodations on any trip--he sat down on a bench, and pulled out the new book. Now he had two, one shoved in each back pocket, the one he came with, and the new one he just bought. Which was another weird ass thing. Who gives away house and money?

Jess took a careful look around, a little convinced still he was being punked or something, but didn't see any obvious cameras. Opening the book, he settled down on the wooden bench.