Hokuto finished her dessert, then just sat; the wheelchair wasn't very comfortable, but she didn't care enough to move right away. Her butt was getting numb, but at least that meant it didn't hurt.

She didn't want to just stare at her plate, so she finally rolled away from the desk enough to turn and look at the door. She didn't know what she was doing tonight... or ever again. She had to stay here, for reasons that went beyond being trapped, but now more than ever she didn't want to.