The boy walked on in his school uniform, blue eyes dark with sadness and resignation. Jake was going back to school, going back to the routine, yet he had to wonder why. Everything changed. Nothing stayed the same. This was likely the last life he would have available to him - this time, there were no other worlds to flee to.
He didn't want other world. For the first time in his life, Jake wanted consistency. And going to school was consistency.
He sat in the back, where there was enough room to let Jake have a seat. The billy-bumbler glared at the monkey, but did no more than that, with Jake's hand upon his back.