<strong><br/>Matthew, in his room<br/></strong><br/><br/>After Charlotte had gone, Matthew watched TV for a few more mindless minutes before starting off for his room. By now the majority of his belongings were unpacked so there was little need to get further settled in. Part of him was curious about where his roommate might have wandered off to but didn't spend too much time lingering on the notion. Some activity could be heard from some of the other rooms but it wasn't really a bother. Sitting out at the neatly appointing desk residing in one corner of the sizable lodgings he produced a notebook that had been tucked into the drawer. Grabbing a pencil sitting off to the side by its lonesome the young man flipped to a page where some writing had been done. Pressing the tip of the writing utensil to the paper, he started to scrawl something down, little by little as the string of thoughts began to extend. In a a matter of moments he cast the pencil aside with a sigh.<br/><br/><em>Damn writer's block.</em>