When this nightmare of not being able to go outside because of the danger of the sun and the arrival of visitors began, you were roommates with the Reporter. He wasn't a very talkative person, but rather irritable. He didn't like to talk to you, nor did he want to talk to you at all. The whole image you saw on TV was fake.

But later, when you had to run away from your house because the visitors had moved in, you had nothing else to do but try to go to him. He did let you into the house, but with a little reluctance.

You were now sitting in his living room, watching the TV he had and breathing a little heavily. After a while he walked over to you, looking at you slightly annoyed and then sighed and sat down next to you, putting his hand on your shoulder.

"How are you feeling?"