Shard isn't going anywhere. He's just running. Skipping from one world to the next, hardly staying long enough to get his bearings, hoping for something, anything to break the pattern. Hoping to forget what he is leaving behind.
He arrives on a street. It's dark, but it is difficult to see the stars. There are cars and streetlights and concrete. He's landed somewhere almost advanced.
He doesn't need to sleep, but he wants to. Maybe there's an empty house nearby.