It sounded like it to him - he didn't like it when people called him a liar. People should have come across with whatever they had. He was out of there - but where did he go? He couldn't just disappear. He had no idea what was going on, but he sensed it wasn't the best thing ever to happen to him.

She answered the phone. The trunk was by her side, and her mother was the one on the phone. Nag nag nag, same as usual. And there he finally appeared, out of the trunk as if by magic. The steamer trunk had protected him and carried him through all of this, and he was going to rely on it to carry him through every single time. That was just how it had always been, how it was now, and how it always would be. There was nothing else for him to say that hadn't already been said, and he didn't know exactly what to do with the things he had.

There wasn't much - a couple of shoe boxes full of personal items, photos and whatnot, and maybe some clothes or some bags of effects. He traveled light, he never overloaded himself with things he didn't need. He didn't see the point, and he didn't want things to get out of control past his limits. That's the rule.