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[center][h2]Finally, Some Rest.[/h2][/center]
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	Though it took him some time to get grounded in reality again and check the posted signs, Rolf eventually successfully made his way to he and Kidan's flat. Er, Kyran's flat. [i]Wait, was that his name?[/i] Rolf checked the letter again. Yep, that was his name. [i]Wonder what he's like.[/i] Something told him that he'd already met his roommate, though -- a sort of nagging feeling in the back of his head. He gave the trunk a quick shove, pushing it completely upright. An observant eye might note the trail of broken pavers dotting the street here and there where the trunk had rolled, and another stone cracked when the trunk settled.

	Two sharp knocks were given at the door, and Rolf waited a few moments in case someone had already entered. Moments turned to minutes, and the next time Rolf checked his phone, he was shocked to see that twelve had already passed, just standing there. Or, he would've been shocked had he been mentally present enough to care. He inserted the key and turned it to the left to unlock the door. It didn't work. He turned the key to the right next, which opened it, and the dull green door swung inwards. Someone had screwed up the doorknob installation, but at least it worked.

	The room was, of course, pitch black, and Rolf decided to simply wander in without bothering to find a light switch. The trunk followed, and after a struggle with the threshold, it finally fell to the floor inside. The lid popped open in protest of its poor treatment, and clothing and research papers flew everywhere. Rolf shut the door and promptly fell face-first into the trunk, his fall padded by almost his entire wardrobe. The trunk lid fell half-shut on top of him.