Thunder can be heard outside the window, and the already dark sky is covered with gloomy clouds. It was cold outside and a strong wind was blowing, warning of an imminent thunderstorm. Roland was now in the dorm room and I tried not to pay attention to the raging weather outside the window. Sitting at the table with the light on, Rolo was doing some nonsense, thinking about something with a bored look, resting his face on his hand and carelessly scribbling across a sheet of paper with a pen.