It was dark, the only light in the hallway coming from the crack underneath Thomas's door. Thomas was before his desk, papers scattered over the flat mahogany surface. His normally relaxed expressed was pinched, his eyebrows furrowed as he examined the parchments before him with an intense gaze. As Thomas stood in the centre of the room, his back was to the door. The scent of cedar permeated the area, most likely because of the small cluster of candles burning above the untouched bed.