Elliot woke late afternoon feeling groggy and confused. He remembered talking with Callan and rolled over to try and sleep the rest of the day away. That didn't work he tossed and turned for perhaps an hour more, before giving up and getting up. He stared at the hastily written letter that still lay out on the table. No one would ever read it, he wasn't sure why he still wrote them, Amelia would be unhappy if she knew. He needed to write to her too, maybe she would let him come home. Sighing softly he carefully folded it up and placed it in the bottom of his bag with the others before getting dressed. Stepping out of the bedroom he found Callan sleep on the couch and walked past him to get the smaller sketchbook and his colors before heading out the door. If he couldn't sleep he could at least take advantage of the daylight hours. He headed first to the springs.