The next couple days after Uriel came back from his incursion were the closest thing to a vacation he ever experienced. He had no urgent matters to take care of, no homework to get done, no studying to do, nothing. He would have loved to spend some time with his friends but Medusa and Sam weren't replying to his messages and the only thing Luna did was to ask him for help on her research, something he wasn't too keen on.
Despite living in the same building she rarely left her room to grab something to eat. Her room was a complete mess, there were many hand drawn pictures and crumpled papers all over the place. As if that wasn't enough, even the walls were upholstered with strange notes connected to each other with threads.
