He nodded. Calm now meant that all of this would only hit him harder later, but that didn't matter right now. "I have a box," he said, walking back into the living room and looking beneath tables. He still hadn't disposed of some of the boxes he'd used when he moved in, and the long box he'd used to transport several light boxes of pinned butterfly specimens was still languishing under a desk. He tugged it out, ripping one of the flaps part way off in the process, and laid it on the floor.