I woke up with my eyes closed. I was lying on my back. I sat up and rubbed my head with my Right hand. I kicked the black covers off of me with my legs. I then opened my eyes. It was dark, but there was just enough light that I could see decently. I slid my legs, and hung them over the Right side of the bed. I noticed the Left white pillow had fallen onto the floor. I bent down, and picked it up with both hands. I then placed it back where it was supposed to be. I then stood up on the floor. I was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday. I looked outside the white circular window, on the wall behind the bed I slept on. I had slept in the guest bedroom. Through the window I could see, a tone off green seaweed down on the sea floor. Weirdly, I could see no fish. Though, I supposed they were probably all infected. I walked over to the grey wardrobe, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. Before opening it, I switched on the light. The bedroom was white, and the light was a giant black circular light on the ceiling. That was better. I could see well now. I opened the wardrobe. Inside were a bunch of clothes, all in different sizes, colours and styles. Wow, William had really been thoughtful for other people. I picked out a purple hoodie, with short white ropes, to readjust the tightness of the hood, a plain orange T-shirt, and black jeans and shoes. I slid open the door, and yawned, waving my Right hand over my mouth. I then put it down by my side. I tried to slide open William's bedroom door, but it stayed shut. It must've been locked by him. I wanted to see Willow really badly, but there was no way I could on The TSP Sub. The only way would be to swim there, but I was less than fond of water. I shivered just at the thought of that. I wasn't hungry, so I just walked out of Backstage, and sat on Georgie's seat, hugging my knees to my chest, just doing nothing. I just listened to the humming sound of the engine...

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My eyes were closed, and I was in a world of my own. When I heard footsteps. I opened my eyes, and turned around, kneeling, and putting my hands on the seat. I saw William walking out of Backstage. He was wearing the same clothes as yesterday.

"Thanks for the clothes." I muttered, turning back around in the seat, and slumping in it with my arms crossed.

"No problem." I heard him yawn. "You hungry?"

"Nah." I said.

"Yeah, me neither. You like the clothes?" He asked.

"Well obviously, otherwise I probably wouldn't have picked them." I said, a little big of hostility in my tone of voice. He said nothing, and I heard him walk away...