Ros laid in his bed, trying to catch some sleep, but it continued to elude him. It didn't take long for him to feel the need to to get up. Ros started to pace his room. Something wasn't sitting right, it could have been something that he ate. He needed fresh air, he needed to move, that way he could think. Ros paused, then opened his door and walked out of his room, and started to walk seemingly aimlessly around the building.