You wanted to start a new life, Robert, and isn't this what you wanted?
He glances at the sky, covered with clouds; it might start to rain soon. Bob sighs, knowing he doens't have any choices: he has to go in. He climbs the stairs, hesitating a little before opening the door with the key Alex gave him earlier. The lock makes a clicking sound, and it echoes in the half-empty flat ominously.
No one seems to be here, good.
He takes off his coat, tossing it somewhere, and walks to the sofa, not caring to turn the lights on. He sighs deep again, and lies himself on the soft cushions, staring at the ceiling.*