Sam and Irma reform in their own rooms. After taking a looooong shower, they both do their own thing.<br/><br/>Irma eats something small, a rare occurrence for her, and went to bed, her dreams plagued by nightmares of the horrors down below.<br/><br/>Sam meanwhile was on his balcony, starring at the ocean seething in rage. What kind of person would do...<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>to another? And something as minor as being late to the orientation? Sam shook his head, he shouldn't dwell on it, or he might feed Mr.Sulliven to Maria and turn the reformer off.<br/><br/>At the same time, he was utterly fascinated by the beast. What was it? Where did it come from? Why did it digest so slowly? He wanted to learn all he could about it at some point, but he had more important things to worry about.<br/><br/>Looking back at the ocean, Sam sighed and left his room, he needed a drink.