Whatever that means. He wouldn’t give us any details, but insisted that we follow him immediately. I thought about giving him a hard time, refusing to go, but decided it wasn’t worth the fight. So now we’re traipsing back through the tunnels, along the familiar route to the honeycomb room. Elsey is humming softly while Roc whistles along. Some tune I don’t know, but that they both seem to. They are a funny pair. I’m watching Ram’s every movement, daring him to try and hurt me again. This time I’m ready if he tries anything. To be honest, I’m somewhat disappointed when he doesn’t. We pass through the common area, which is less filled than before, but not empty. It seems as if people are always eating in this place. My heart still feels slightly warm from my time spent with Roc and Elsey. It was nice, for a change—just being able to hang out, learn something about Roc I never knew before.
