Here in Washington, D.C., things are more convenient for Jimmy. He had previously leased a parking space long-term, where he left a car he bought here. After not driving it for several months, Jimmy checked and found that aside from tires being low on air, there were no other issues.
After washing the car, inflating the tires, and refueling at the gas station next to the parking lot, Jimmy checked the time, found a hotel in D.C. to rest for the night, and drove to Mrs. Waltz's cabin in the woods the next day.
Jimmy parked in front of the cabin, carried the backpack Tom gave him to the door, and knocked. He already saw three people inside, one of whom was in a wheelchair, definitely Mrs. Waltz. It'd been so long since he last visited that he forgot her physical features.
A middle-aged man came to open the door: "Who are you?"
Jimmy smiled and said, "I'm Jimmy Yang, here to see Mrs. Waltz. I bring greetings from Tom."
"Let him in."
