In the aftermath of the riot Simon had been hastily shuffled out of the cafeteria and back to his room, accompanied by a nurse who kept reminding him over and over again how smart he was for not have gotten involved in the fighting (it wasn’t that he was smart, just preoccupied). He would have objected had he not been distracted by the sound of the alarm, and so simply went along quietly.

Once inside the room, however, he made a move to turn around only to be met with the click of the door being closed in his face. After an attempt to open it again revealed that it was locked he turned to walk over and sit down on the bed, only to stop after noticing something he’d somehow missed previously: there was another man here, doing… push-ups? Well, he couldn’t say it was the strangest thing he’d seen here, but…

The man looked like he was trying to concentrate, but Simon just couldn’t hold in the urge to say something;

“Hello?”