"Every human has to die someday.. Remember that" he says. Brian had slept for quite a long time, in fact, it was about 2 days worth of sleep. Too much sleep was bad, but Brian just loved the feeling of how relaxing it was to rest. Sometimes he got a little carried away with sleep. After those two days of sleep passed, he started to open his eyes and actually wake up. He sat there for a moment, then got up off the couch and left the room, only to go get a bottle of water. He drank a little of it, returning back into the back room to sit on the couch. He was rubbing his neck, since it was actually very stiff and sore right now. Too difficult to move actually. He tried to move it, but it hurt, even so he kept trying to move it. After awhile, it started to move normally again, though the pain hurt a lot. Locked muscles, that's what it was.<br/><br/>He got up off the couch once more, setting the water bottle on a nearby table. He glanced at his shirt, seeing how it was covered in blood from cleaning the store a few days ago. So he took it off and set it on the arm of the couch. He had remembered seeing a uniform shirt in here somewhere, so he searched around for a bit. Brian actually had a slightly well toned frame, nothing too great or too bad; more like in the middle. "God, where did I last see that shirt.." he muttered, looking through boxes and shelves. He then found it, a gray t-shirt in which he slipped over his frame. It fit perfectly.