He looked back over at the pile of books—it wouldn't hurt to go through them again; he could refresh his memory on what Cheerilee had taught him—but he just didn't feel in the mood. Studying books was exhausting, and now would be a good time to relax. Unfortunately, there was no TV, so he couldn't zone out in front of the idiot box. Wherever Lyra had gone, she hadn't come back yet. He was starting to get a little bit worried about that. She'd been at the hospital when he woke up in the morning, and stayed until he went to bed—so where was she now? I hope she wasn't trying to tell me that her time with me was done. Maybe that was why she seemed upset this morning. He ran his hand over his scalp, grimacing at the feel of short stubble under his hand.