The hunting ground which had become of the library was no longer attractive to Dom's eyes. To him, the whole behaviour the students displayed was abysmal and only by removing himself from such an environment, would he be able to withdraw from the other students and resist the urge to conform to their behaviour. He exited the library and made his way downstairs to the quad, a relatively quiet place and it was perfect in comparison to the library. He found a place under a tree where he could splatter some ideas onto his pocket notebook, sitting in his pocket. He sat down, clear of the roots and leaned against the bark, allowing his imagination to rain over the small pages.