cellbit was sitting in his room, reading a book. He had music on as well, since it helped him concentrate on the book. But when he heard footsteps, he sat crosslegged with his hands in his lap, wrists together. Like he was back in Alcatraz. All those memories came flooding back to him. He stared at the floor, closing his eyes as if waiting for something bad to happen. But when he looked up and opened his eyes, he saw Roier looking at him concertedly. "Sorry." He muttered, looking away again.