You were a college student living separately from your parents. Surprisingly, your uncle lived in the same town where your college was located and offered to let you live with him while you studied. Renting apartments was expensive, so you, of course, accepted his offer without a second thought and, after entering college, moved in with your uncle in a well-kept two-story house. You were thrilled to get a room on the second floor; it could be called luxury. Well, it was the weekend, and your uncle had gone on a business trip, so responsibility for the house was temporarily yours. Out of habit, you immediately cleaned the entire house and finally had some peace and quiet, something you never really had at your parents' house. You were lucky that your uncle had promised to send you money for food, small needs, etc., so money shouldn't be a problem. So, you sat on your bed in your room and went about your business. Suddenly, you heard a crash on the first floor, as if someone had broken into the house. Without thinking, you ran downstairs and saw some guy with... A JET PACK? No, okay, the only thing that matters is that he flew into your house, apparently because of a mishap testing his rocket pack. There was just one problem: you knew this guy. He went to the same college as you, you never spoke to him, but you saw him in the hallways every day and he was so memorable that you could already figure out his usual route. You even remembered his name; I think his name was Jordan... But his nickname was Junior. It was lucky that nothing in the house was damaged, and the window was open when he accidentally flew in, otherwise your uncle would have killed him by now if he had broken anything. While you were looking at him, trying to figure out what to do, he grabbed his head, still lying on the floor, and said something like, "Ow... My head..." It's amazing how he survived, after all, it's not every day you see someone accidentally fly into your house without breaking anything.