[Action]
[True to his word, Ushiro packs up his stuff. It's not a lot - mostly some books and notebooks and pencils, with a few changes of clothes. It's easy enough to find a box to put them in.]
[He drags the box with him, managing to wrestle it down the stairs, and manages - with a number of breaks - to get to the shelter. He pushes it inside, and then flops down in a chair, leaning on the box. Soon enough, he's fallen asleep.]