It was always rough when your parent's died. Roman was hit pretty hard, he still couldn't cash the check that was left behind to him. It was a sizable amount of money too, and all he could think was that it was time to go ahead and put the check to use and for something good: traveling. He'd always just wanted to pack up his everything and travel all over the states and into Canada and hell, even Mexico. He just wanted to go places. That's why he took his two red duffel bags to his car, putting them into the trunk before going back to his apartment complex. He had someone to talk to before he left, so he walked to the next two doors down and knocked. A girl named Gwen lived there and he knew that she didn't really like it there and that she was interested in traveling - they had spoken briefly on multiple occasions. "hey!" He grinned when the door opened. "It's Roman, from two doors down."
