I couldn't sleep, I tried to calm the storm brewing in my mind so I could get a sliver of sleep but it eluded me, Why was Eliot there? I'm not one to question the sleeping habits of the elite but I knew even they require sleep, so why was Mr. Ruberiden creeping through the corridor like a rat?
I rose with the sun, or at least whatever mechanism was in use in this dimension to turn the dark of night outside our window to the light of day, no matter how many times I woke I never got used to it, our dorm was more like a prison than anything, the interior was a large rectangle with sturdy walls and sharps turns, the end of each row was a public bathroom which was by far my favorite thing about this place, the walls were marble and each bathroom had a different color palette, my favorite bathroom was the one at the end of our row, the marble was a mix of Purple and white, the colors swirled like poorly mixed paint
