He stepped into the cafeteria in a daze, blinking and scanning the area but not really taking anything in. He simply stood there for a moment, trying to think of what he was supposed to do in the first place, and then he remembered: breakfast.

And so he walked to where the line was and waited as they served him food, then stared blankly down at it for a while. French toast. Other types of food he should have been able to identify but cannot. And then for the briefest moment he seemed to snap himself out of his current state: He was supposed to go find a seat and eat. That was what he was here for, right?

He looked around once more, wondering whether his other comrades were present (he reminded that they must be informed that he had survived, but that thought quickly disappeared as soon as it came). It took a while for him to recognize the man with wavy, brown hair seated on one of the tables, and even longer for him to recall the name: Lockon Stratos.

Yes, he must approach the Meister. And so he did, the nurse carrying his breakfast for him (for a moment he wondered when that happened—or maybe she had been carrying it all the while, he had not noticed). He stopped a few feet beside Lockon; he supposed he should have said something, but all he did in the end was stare.