Warden awoke rather late in the morning with all the stressful interventions on his mind. A slight prickling sensation crossed his mind as he found himself in the guest room bed of June's quarters.
He recalled how many times they had engaged in picking on his mind and had failed. In the end, he was spent to no end and slept on the bed. June was kind enough to let him stay, it seems. Of course, he hadn't been mistaken in recognising her character. She was just as kind as she looked aloof. She was also strict with herself and had values and ideals she would rather not bend.
Warden sighed, remembering all of their failings. Even when putting in almost everything they could, they hadn't managed to penetrate his subconsciousness, leading him to realise that he might be hiding something—something weak but significant.
