The drive down to Louisiana was possibly the worst sixteen hours of Jenna's life, which was REALLY saying something.
Killian came by to see them off before they left to give them the information about the agent who would be in charge of them from here on out, who had already picked up their apartment keys and would be meeting them there to help unload the truck. He wished them both well, told them to keep his number in case they ever needed anything, and shook their hands. That was the end of that.
The drive was miserable for several reasons. Wesley hated being cooped up and she had to keep him entertained as best she could. That involved a whole lot of storytelling, playing little games like I, Spy, and listening to every baby CD they owned on repeat.
The only times they were able to turn it off and listen to something decent were when he was asleep. If Jenna ever had to listen to "Baby Shark" again, she might tear her own ears off.