The silence in the room is thick, growing hard and harder to break with every minute that passes. It's hard to know what to say at the moment; small talk seems so out of place, so cold, but then he's not sure either of them wants to talk about anything of importance, either. He's not sure they can.

There are so many personal things in here; photos on the bedside table of Michelle and Tony at their wedding, pictures of them together, just relaxing, without a care in the world. Jack tries to concentrate on the cardboard in front of him, not look around at the reminders.

He folds the boxes and she tapes them, and soon enough there are enough ready to get them started. "We can probably start packing things, and just build more as we need them," he says, quietly.