Three weeks had passed and for Garret that was more than enough time to be able to navigate parts of the dorm without much help. And this late in the morning on a Sunday, it came in handy as he walked from his room back to Flit's. It was past eleven and he half expected to be berated for leaving in the morning. However, when he opened the door and listened for movement or a voice, all he heard was the same steady breathing he had left in the morning. Confusion and amusement mixed together as shut the door with the same silence. "Ayden go wake him up" he said before he heard more weight jumping onto the bed. "Rise and shine sunshine. It's almost noon" he said louder than before.

Garret knew what he would hear once he was behind the door of his room. He ate too much before looking for Flit and didn't work off the sugar. He sighed as he reached down for Ayden and felt around until he found the right pocket and pushed the insulin into through his arm. "I'm going to kill myself aren't I?" he asked Ayden, chuckling as he threw the pen into the trash. "He's going to find out sooner or later. I just rather it be later" he tried to explain as he traded his shirt for a tank top. Rubbing his face with his hands, shaking his head. "Why me?" He left his room and headed back down towards Flit's room. He knocked on the door and sighed as he leaned against the wall as he waited.

Walking back inside, Garret started to remember the places he had been and the areas in his head that were missing at least a walk through. Reluctantly he held onto to Ayden and held the cane out in front of him looking for any stairs. As they went through the building, soft music was playing. Curious Garret started to follow the noise. He let go of Ayden and touched the wall to navigate himself through the place, looking for doors now. “Where are you” he mumbled until he felt the music through the door. “There you are, he said quietly, listening inside to see if someone was inside. The music changed and Garret decided to just play the blind card if he was asked what he was doing there. Sliding in he stayed closed to the wall and turned his ear towards the music to hear what was going on better. He could hear feet on the ground moving to the music. He became curious as to who was there when nothing came to his mind right away. Closing his eyes, Garret listened to the person move while the music became background to the movement.