Phos sat on the side of the long wooden bench, throwing his head back and slinging his arms above the back rest. Evidently tired after a long day, he closed his eyes shut, as if thinking of something. He has changed a lot through the winter. Phos' happy-go-lucky, friendly and outgoing personality... Gone in an instant. Antarcticite's death really took a toll on him... Why not go check on Phos? This drastic change is concerning...