When Flames had his mind on something, a destination to arrive at, a personal mission to fulfill...neither crowds nor traffic slowed him down. He would simply stride swiftly directly towards his goal, eyes focused ahead with a white-hot intensity. People immediately knew this was a fox with a mission and they kept out of his way. Walls, fences, roads, cars: they didn't matter. It was a simple matter of taking a few steps here, glaring over there, doing a jump over that obstacle and running past that area.
In no time at all he was in front of Jane's home. An officer patrolling nearby was about to approach him, but upon recognising the clothing and fiery fur of Flames, the officer changed her mind, instead ignoring him.
Flames took a deep breath, reached into an inside pocket and retrieved a shiny key, which he simply gazed at with sorrowful, pained eyes, remembering exactly how he had been accepted into the family and how he recieved the key. Flames closed his eyes and sighed heavily, the anguish and regret weighing down on his heart like the night dragging the Sun down into the darkness. With a slow, careful movement, he unlocked the door and entered the house...