While his patience had worn thin near the end of the line, Luther was glad to find himself finally in his sixth floor room. He placed his belongings on his bed and contemplated getting everything else. That would take too long,he decided, but looking at his items realized he still needed his books for class. Sighing, he turned back around out his door, and paused. Getting those things could wait. Maybe he should get his bearings first. So instead of doing anything meaningful, Luther simply wandered around the halls, wasting time.