( He’s like a guard of sorts and Sunday gets a sense of protection being near him— following their initial meeting and exchanging trustworthy information about each other seems to have helped.

The atmosphere itself is familiar enough to Sunday, it’s the same lucid sensation from the dreamscapes back home. )

This seems more organized than my room. I was unfortunate enough to end up with messy roommates.

( But isnt this too good to be true? Sunday falls silent for sometime while he opens drawers to look for any clues. He climbs the ladder to check the top bunks, all while keeping that distant black figure in the back of his mind. )

Have you ever gotten sick here?