yeah, you want some fun, fire your guns

Darrow offers Sawyer more of a warm welcome than the Island arguably ever did. Within hours of being stranded on the beach, he's shown the way to the train station, where he dubiously picks up a packet that has what can only be called a starter kit to the city — place to live, full bank account, identification. For all the comfort that Sawyer should feel, it has instead the effect of making him feel like he's just a rat in someone's large maze, and considering how well that turned out the last time he settled down, he's not keen on trying that again.

Still, there's a difference between being healthily wary and deliberately making life harder for himself, so Sawyer takes small advantage of the bounty that's been offered him. He stays in the apartment, already furnished with a bed, and finds small jobs that earn him enough to pay for a few more shirts, a couple trips to the laundromat. He'll stay in one place until he finds his feet, but the top priority is making sure he can sever ties with the location and identity that Darrow have forced on him.

He needs cash. He needs a considerable sum of it.

With that in mind, he's started to stalk some of the areas inhabited by people in the middle class, with enough money to pay for significant menial labor, but not enough that hiring professionals comes easy. He sticks around by a couple of the home improvement warehouses, cigarette caught between his lips, wondering who'll drag him home next.

To all who come across him, he's only known as Jim. It feels safe, in a way he knows it shouldn't.