"After, far as I know, they wake up in their room and go about their day. And they remember what they did, at least some of it." That was pretty much the worst of it, he thought, the cruelty of people remembering their inability to control or fight against what they were doing. "So he should be around. He might be sleeping it off or something, though." Or too ashamed to show his face, but Renji wasn't going to voice that thought. He didn't know the guy Allen was talking about.

"All we can do is try to get them out of the rooms, at least let them know they weren't forgotten," Renji said. "The way to stop it is the same way to stop all the shit here. Kill Landel, destroy this place, escape." He frowned. "They take people out of their rooms, once we've been locked up for dinner. The rest of us don't even know until someone tells us. Though at least now, since we're in rooms with other people, someone does know." He shrugged one shoulder. "My first couple nights here, we were in rooms by ourselves."