Ever since being exiled from the country he once called home, Will had stopped properly caring for himself. The only time he did was within the first week after being shot in the shoulder while trying to flee L'Manberg with Tommy. Physically especially, and it seemed to show after about a month. His hair was dishevelled and slightly matted. His eyes seemed almost darker due to the growing bags under his eyes.

He didn't sleep often, mostly due to the fact he wanted to protect Tommy if anything suddenly appeared. Though, even after being exiled, nothing did. So was he just forcing himself to work for no reason? Possibly. But Will had been working on a plan to figure out how to get rid of Schlatt. All this led to his eventual downfall of drinking. However, it only became obvious from the few bottles left around through Pogtopia.

Will had been sitting in the small bunker area of Pogtopia, sitting on his bed with his back to the wall. A bottle in hand, he was deeply lost in thought. This small area he had reluctantly grown to call a bedroom was a mess, paper everywhere from where he tried to figure out plans, bottles lined up straight near one wall. He barely bothered even caring for his surroundings much during this time.