John hasn't spent a lot of time in this room since Angel left. It's hard and he misses his friend. Still, he's here now, writing a letter to his mother to send in hopes that it gets there before the end of the month.

He keeps expecting Sean to nip at his fingers or Angel to come prancing out of the bathroom half naked. It just stays quiet.

John is still in bed. He hasn't bothered to eat or drink or do much of anything. Less moving, more sleeping. It's a good plan.