Reality slowly formed around Chris again, he blinked a few times before his mind caught up. He quickly glanced at Rivers' bed. It was empty and it was clear by the state of it that he had left it in quite a hurry.<br/><br/>Great. Just great. He was probably downstairs begging Celeste to safe him from sharing a room with the freakshow that was Christopher. He had thought his days of being regarded a freak was over, but it seams even here he was the odd one out. It hurt. It hurt more than he ever thought it would.<br/><br/>Perhaps he should talk to Nadia, she said something about people able to take his power? They can fucking have it!<br/><br/>He sat back down on his bed. Celeste can get her bloody call when she got it! He didn't feel like getting looks today. He would just stay here until he was sure the kitchen was empty, he was hungry, but not enough to risk running into people. He was tired of getting that 'whats wrong with him' looks.<br/><br/>Pulling out his book he pulled his feet up on the bed. Perhaps he should look for a job so he could move, he bets he would make a killing in the stock market.