Tired, Drake left the library at last. He was nearly sad to see it go... it had made him felt happy, and he had learned a riddle to work out. Another thing on his mind was the girl... she had left him questioning.
Drake swept down the hallways and made it back to his dormitory. The door seemed to be extra hard to open this time... but it didn't matter to him. When he came in, the first thing he saw was a large, jet black bed. It was tidy and clean, and it looked absolutely comfortable to sleep in. It was his own bed... he sighed.
Then, something else caught his eye. His roommate, Cloud, seemed to be sound asleep in the bed that belonged to him. Cloud had already organized everything inside the closet they shared; Drake had yet to do that, but that could wait until tomorrow.
Drake walked closer to his bed and began to tidy it up, when he suddenly heard some soft noise. He looked around him, but couldn't locate the sound. He was about to return to his fixing of the bed when he heard the noise again. Once again, he failed to figure out where it came from.
At last, he figured out where it came from. It was Cloud. What was going on with him? Drake moved closer... and heard a bit of very soft weeping.
Drake's eyes blasted open at once. Weeping? What had happened that had he missed? It was only the first day of school, and he already felt lost.
Drake nearly wanted to wake him up and ask him what had happened, but he decided that it wouldn't seem right. At breakfast next morning, he resolved, he would ask him. But for now, his tired body felt too sleepy to do much of anything. Drake undressed and laid himself to sleep.