Elijah leaned back in his seat while he read over his work before he hit save and began to shut down his computer for the day. Bag packed and headed for the elevator there was the hope that his night would be better than last night, at least to the extent of not making a fool of himself again. The bus ride home was short, or it seemed to be so and he was in his apartment and changed for his jog in no time.<br/><br/>A few stretches in the hall, then he ran down the steps of his apartment, all five floors where he continued out into the city.<br/><br/>The rhythmic steps of his sneakers on pavement soon droned out the world around him and Elijah felt his mind zone out. Thoughts about last night occasionally pushed into the forefront of his mind, but for his sake the thoughts did not last long. Instead they faded into the background, as he ran. Steps carried him through familiar grounds, toward the very park he had guided his lost girl the night before.