Galen was determined. Not in the way most people could imagine him being determined, but he was. While he still didn't have anywhere to go, no money to eat with, and he was almost positive Val would take away any method of communication, Galen wasn't going to back down.
Get in, pack, leave. That simple. It was like going to rehab (which he was tempted to do, just so he could have a place to sleep and something to eat.) He had to cut off the bad to get to the good...
God...
He was never giving up the drugs. It was too much a part of him, and everyone else could just screw off.
Watching the car in the driveway a moment, Galen didn't stop to talk as he walked into the house, the taxi waiting at the end of the drive for him, to take his last few bucks.