While George Huang was concerned about his friend's missing uncle, he still took a moment to assess his surroundings. John's apartment was perhaps more like what he'd expected than he'd thought possible. Floor to ceiling bookcases greeted him as he entered the apartment. In the rooms he could see there was a record collection and a stereo and pictures of Kennedy and his funeral. He even saw documents regarding the assassination with the telltale blacked-out redacted segments hanging on a bulletin board over John's desk. Other than what Andrew's mania had caused, there was no disorder, just sterile emptiness. George was glad to have Andrew to focus on, rather than analyzing what the room told him about his friend.
