The room he was in was pleasantly warm, the posters of his favorite Athletes had been hung around the room, probably by his mom, the scent of roses was prominent in the room and for the most part it reminded him of his home...and just like home he felt like he was laying in a crypt of memories. Alexander leaned over in his bed and pulled his wheelchair closer before hoisting himself from his bed to the chair with a slight sigh. There on the desk was the nervgear, Alexander swallowed hard as he ran his fingers across it, "I...I miss you..." He could see her face now and a tear rolled down his cheek before he started sobbing and clutching the nervgear to his chest.