To his old house

He decides to go to his old house. An awkward trip it was as floating is very inconsistent unlike walking, and it also doubles as flying practice although he didn't want to waste time in details, not now at least. He had no idea if his current condition was temporary so he might as well move.

Jason didn't even realize he had phased through the walls of the house just to instantly get into his once own room.

His things were still mostly there, although it was obvious that the extra stuff meant it was being half-assed as a storage room for whoever wanted to use the space as such now, not that the former occupant could complain anymore, still, they all respected his things and just put stuff were there was space to place stuff. At least it was all tidy so some effort was definitely being made to keep his place still as a memorial despite slowly transitioning into "the room where useful stuff is to be forgotten for a bit or for long".

He again naturally phased through the walls straight into the living room, the calendar marked the date as January 14th, 2025, somehow, he has been dead for around two whole years but he came back right now as "this", he wasn't sure what to think of his new self. Not that he would get answers now.

Nobody was home, so he decided to wait. Oddly enough, his diminished emotional state made it easier to wait things out. It still stung faintly his mind that he could be running out of time, maybe, perhaps, he couldn't know if that was a variable, and so, the minimal anxiety faded fast.

Later on, his family members arrived to the house one by one, they went their own ways while he just observed for a while how they were carrying on with their lives.

Jason was so absorbed looking at things pass that night came, dinner was over and everyone went to do their things. Jason decided to be more active now by following someone.