This is it. His mother's room, hopefully where Warner should be. Only when you begin to step over the threshold of the room do you realise Kenji's invisibility seems to have ran out and your half tempted to run in the opposite direction, feeling exposed, but when you look up, you know it's too late to turn around now. There's one bed, medical machines surrounding it. The walls were colourful, stuffed animals everywhere. A small desk off to one side of the room. Pictures everywhere, all containing a blonde woman and a similar looking young boy, with startling green eyes. Warner has collapsed in the corner of the room, his whole body racking with his agonised sobs.