Morning eventually came, without any nightmares or terrors. That was always nice. He'd hate to wake up one of these days with a scream, that could be problematic.  It has, thankfully, only occurred once or twice before in his time at the school.<br/><br/>He stretched out, and groggily went about getting ready for his morning shower. He was still tired and his nerves were frayed from the events at the shrine yesterday. And then their was the added thoughts... was it really just him? what if he wasn't crazy and their was something to this, because some of the others had been having problems, too... but then again, maybe they've just gone crazy. He can't tell.<br/><br/>He spent about five minutes getting his mask into place, that thin, seemingly genuine smile, and happy go lucky look that he put on to keep people from seeing who he really was. He was well practiced with this guise; he's been using it a number of years now, it came naturally to him, and he could pull it off exceedingly well.<br/><br/>As always, he cranked the hot water up, getting it as hot as it could be in the showers, finding some strange solace as it burned him, without truly harming him. He frowned a bit, though, when drying himself off, and he realized the red was starting to fade from his hair. He'd have to dye it again, some time in the next week. He adds that to his mental list of things to do. Hair dye.<br/><br/>He got himself all dried off, and dressed in his school clothes, before making his return to his room, feeling much better after the scalding shower. But he was quite hungry. He was not fond of the idea of vending machine fair again, and although he does enjoy those bars of his, he wanted some "real" food. He still had enough time, too, so it was off to the kitchen, to see what he could make up...