Gren had spent the day keeping his head down, so to speak. After the previous night's events, he'd wanted to do his best just to forget. The situation at the institute kept getting worse, and as the days wore on, he found himself less and less able to summon up the desperate sort of optimism that usually kept him going.

He could tell he was slipping back into a place he did not want to be, but it was becoming harder to care. After all, hadn't things been better that way? A part of him certainly thought so.

But tonight, at least, he had a plan. He needed to get back down into that basement room and set the ring he'd smashed for that location. It would mean one last trek through the Sun Room at night, but after that, he'd gave a short cut. With that in mind, he settled in with his dinner, hoping there would be no nasty surprises this evening.