Jackson smiled down at Patricia. From what he'd seen, he thought she'd make a good elementary school teacher. She was friendly and smiley.<br/><br/>"Photography." The man replied, before raising an eyebrow at her next question. Why? He paused, looking down one of the corridors as he thought about it. "I... want to be a photographer?" He answered, his voice unsure. It was the truth, it's what he wanted to do. He'd never thought about<span style="font-style: italic">why</span>he enjoyed it though. There was something satisfying about setting up a studio, experimenting with lighting and poses and seeing the results afterwards.<br/><br/>"That's why I moved here. I think it's where I need to be for what I want to do." He finally continued, giving her a small smile. It wasn't the full reason, but he wasn't prepared to explain the other reason. Not yet, anyway.<br/><br/>He nodded in agreement to her idea, it seemed like it would be the most efficient way for them to work out where they were going. He spun on his heels, power-walking down the left corridor as he eyeballed each doorway and sign post. There were four empty classrooms either side, all of them laid out identically with 6 or 7 desks facing a whiteboard at the front. The corridor ended with male and female toilets. Deciding that 6F definitely wasn't down this corridor, Jackson headed back to the middle, wondering if Patricia had any luck on her side.