he was in his chair drinking tea looking out the window with his wheelchair next to him with a candy on the table next to his cup of tea; probably cause of the candy he was giving to the kids on the street earlier. Sleeping still isn't really easy for him as the ghosts from his past still haunts him but he's trying at least. Slowly getting better as he's slowly accepting the fact that almost all his comrades are dead. Suddenly you slowly turn the handle of the door entering the room smiling