Connor passed half the bags off to a shadow hand so he could rummage for his keys, and found himself wondering how hard it would be to lose shadow control. He used it so constantly... In some ways it would probably be harder to live without than his original abilities. Day to day life was about to change so dramatically that he might not miss it there, but he'd definitely have to start hoarding weapons again. He might have to relearn everything. As the keys clicked in his fingers, he wondered if everything at home would suddenly be too loud. Too bright.

It would definitely be too lonely.

Sighing, Connor opened the apartment door and sent the shadow in first. When everything was inside and out of his hands, it seemed like a lot -- whoops. He flipped the bolt on the door and rolled his shoulders. "Sophie?"