As booker found his way to the room with his own title on it, he smiled at the title and on the inside it made him feel like it was something special. He stopped just before entering the room and remembered that he had left his bags in the ballroom, forgetting about them when he had to take action and help Lidiya from choking. The conversation afterwards didn't help that at all and he only hoped that his things were still there when he returned to the ballroom. Much to his surprise though, all of his bags and things were at the side on the door as he walked in. He was grateful for whoever did that for him and sat down on his bed. He pulled out a notebook and pencil, hoping to find something that he could use to start writing, but it was still no use. He picked up head up when he heard the music playing and looked at his door. The tune was reminiscent of his childhood, and it brought a warm smile to his face as he set his things down and simply enjoyed the music.