Whitney remained silent as his peers expressed their confusion and unhappiness in any which way. He walked out of the room equally as confused as the others. Nothing about that room made sense. He wanted to get to the bottom of it, but he gained a sudden headache and couldn't think very well. He moved himself very close to the wall, as for him headaches have always been a sign of getting sick, and he at least didn't want to do it in the middle of the hall. He resisted the urge to rub his head and tried his best to look attentive of his surroundings.

"I say we had back downstairs - there's hardly going to be anything interesting up here. Who's with me?" Pen said. He stood up straight as a form of agreement. He slowly moved himself a few inches from everyone else and waited for when everyone was moving again.