Roger shrugs. "Not really," he whispers in return. "I haven't opened it yet. I wanted the entire gang to be present when I did."<br/><br/>He gives another glance around, and smiles. "Willheim was funny. Not that I wasn't used to it. I told him that I wasn't violent, and that I'm on medication. Didn't I, Cindy?" He frowns slightly. He hasn't heard from Cindy in a while. Normally, he wouldn't worry about the voices, but he liked her. Finally, he shakes the thought clear of his head.<br/><br/>"I'm going to head up to bed for a bit, try and read." He gives the others a wink. "Good night."<br/><br/>Up in his room, he takes out the briefcase, sets it on his bed, waiting for the rest of the gang to arrive.