"When in Rome..." Jake said as he pulled out Henderson's wallet and phone. He opened the wallet, revealing an array of credit cards as well as a small bouquet of cash, "This could come in handy later," Jake said quietly, growing accustomed to his new voice. He fished out his new driver's licence and put the address into the phone's (which thankfully wasn't password protected) GPS app and started the engine. He put away the wallet back into the pocket he'd taken it out of, but not before noting Sullivan's birth date; Jake did the math, which suddenly seemed incredibly simple, and realized that he was now a 48 year old man, making him over ten years older than his 35 year old dad.
The drive was simple and uneventful, in fact, Jake hardly paid attention to the GPS directions, it was almost as if he already knew where he was going. He pulled into the driveway of what he was sure was the Henderson residence, walked up to the door, unlocked it, and walked inside. Every moment seemed to fill Jake with electricity. He closed the door behind him and let the briefcase fall onto the floor as he stood in place, taking everything in.
The house smelled like books and whiskey, a combination that felt oddly comforting and relaxing for Jake who'd never quite been a fan of either. There were massive bookshelves in the living room before him, one of the bookcases was actually carved into the staircase which stood across from the intersection of two hallways.
Jake wiggled his toes inside of their loafers as he soaked in the experience.