It became soundless again, and Theo said, “Hey, I don’t really want to stay in here. Your room is so empty, no windows… can we go to my room instead?â€?

“Oh, I don’t know, I’m still really tired.â€?

“Come on, you can sleep in there.â€?

“Why do you want me to go with you so badly?â€?

“I don’t know, I just… I don’t feel safe. Everyone around here either knows everything or knows nothing, except you. You’re the only one who thinks like I do, who understands this at all.â€?

I still didn’t see how what he’d said answered my question or not, but I followed him as he walked down to his room.

Music was booming from somewhere; I’d heard it before we’d even opened the door. The sound was loud, but didn’t muffle out everything else. Somebody was sitting in the room, beating his hands against a book to the rhythm of the song.

Theo, ignoring his roommate, pulled me over to the beds against the side of the wall. I sat down on it, and curled up against his pillow, listening to the song. Finally, some relaxation.