Jean had ended up making his way back to the hotel after receiving the messages from the others. He had been uninterested in the small amount of the town he had seen, nothing had really jumped out at him and caught his eye, or even intrigued his mind enough to look further. Why did people choose to live in such places? He thought to himself as he entered the lobby and approached the front desk. Getting his keys to the room and checking in he thought about unpacking but decided against it in favor of sitting outside in the sun. It's not that he didn't want to unpack, it's just that he didn't want to get settled and be forced to 'uproot' again. Too many times before had he settled in one spot, on call or otherwise, just to have to pack up and move on.<br/><br/>Stretching his legs out in front of him and crossing his arms, Jean tilted his head pack and closed his eyes, letting the sun wash over him. The sounds from the town were quiet and easily tuned out, allowing for his thoughts to turn to lazy daydreams. It reminded him of home, a memory both bitter and sweet, but comforting in this time of the unknown. He soon ended up dozing off in this position, his head to one side and one hand brushing the ground beneath him.<br/><br/>When he woke his neck was sore but otherwise he felt good, checking his watch he nearly jumped out of the chair when he realized he had been out for nearly an hour and a half! Pulling himself from his seat he returned to his room to freshen up and change his shirt before heading to the lobby of the hotel to pass the remaining time before the team met. He browsed the shelf of brochures promoting various attractions around the area, including one for a haunted tour which made him chuckle. Turning on his heel, Jean stood before the window, gazing out at the lonely looking road, his hands behind his back.