Tom hides in the empty hall of a building of muggle apartments, running away from the damned Aurors. He feels anger rising in his head at the current situation. He apparates there and immediately feels his knees go weak. His Death Eaters had been arrested and now he was alone. There was only one thing to do: hide out in the Muggle world, loathsome as the idea was.

He slumps to the floor, tired and haggard, harmed and weak. He pulls up to the first door. The door is unlocked so he walks in.