Tristan looked outside his window as the sun rose, sitting at his chair, he began to ponder over his whole life, feeling old - even though he was only 23 - Tristan kept pondering until he tired himself out. Tristan looked over at the door, wondering if he could leave his room.

"... No... perhaps they are still mad at me..." Tristan said, wondering on what would happen if he did in fact leave his room. He was, after all, considered the source of bane of the family. In fact, it didn't help that he snuck into his room over the past night, not telling any of his family members that he would be coming back.