Rhys would rest upon the bed, lost in his thoughts thinking why he arrived at such a destination perhaps it was to find a new value to life or it was just destiny. The room, white walls with white floor tiles to match. a cupboard lay in an alienated corner not as illuminated as the rest of the room. A small desk lay on the side of the bed covered with books. Rhys lay looking straight at the ceiling, unlike his lizard companion who was absorbed by the taste of a small spider it had just devoured. Rhys would revert his eye's know thinking "Hopefully someone come to clear me up on a few things.." demoralized that so far no one had.