Gerome was, while tired, feeling much better now that he had cleaned off the worst of the dirt and blood from his body and was now dressed in clean clothes. He'd done his best to tidy up the bed that he had been laying upon, but with the best of intentions he had bled on the sheet... All he could do would be to apologise and offer to swap them with his own when he saw his room mate.

He was sat on the bed below his own, Peter's bed, waiting for Inigo.

He'd been told not to go anywhere, that he would be back. Gerome had gone somewhere but he hoped he had returned before Inigo did. Perhaps he could go and look...?