There was no life in his eyes and no confidence in his walk; he was barely dragging himself down the dormitory hallways, down two flights of stairs, to land in the Dormitory Lounge. Cleverly choosing this uninhabited room instead of the dining hall, Rebecca sat on one of the couches, holding a game racket in her hand and flipping through a magazine. Surprised and thankful to see Rebecca looking more groomed and presentable than last time, Ezra made his way towards her. “I thought you’d prefer to speak here. The dining hall is too crowded,” she said, gray in the voice. It was obvious she hadn’t spoken much in weeks. “And too cheery, I bet; we just completed the synchronization tests,” he said. “I know; I heard they were looking for you so I came to meet you here first. Congratulations,” she said and the lifelessness in the gesture was almost amusing. “All I did was sit in a capsule full of gunk,”
