When Ruben finished his meal, which he had picked at and taken some time to finish due to having quite a lot on his mind, he took the plate and tray away before heading towards the toilets. He saw a girl walk out beside a nurse, she was clearly in great distress and looked very ill. He sighed, feeling bad for her but deciding not to offer his assistance, recognising that the workers here were professional and offer much more than him in terms of help. He walked over to a sink in the toilets and washed his face, clearing his mind, when he heard an announcement on the speaker: [i]“Calling the following Residents to the Assembly Room in the Welcome Building: Isabella Roma, Callie Evans, Anthony Ware, Azai Chasina, Ruben Batista, Benjamin Vaughn.”[/i] He normally didn't pay too much attention to announcements or anything, but when he heard that the speaker began to list names, he made sure he listened well for his own, and when he heard it, he nodded to himself, turning on his heel, out of the toilets.

Casually, he strolled towards the assembly building. He was probably going to be finally assigned a long-term therapists - he'd already spoken to a couple people but he felt having someone he could talk to regularly, on a personal level, would be a much better alternative than to someone who had no relevance to him in any way at all. Unlike some of the people here, who only went to the therapy because it was pretty much mandatory, he went because he genuinely wanted to get back in control of his head - his life had sucked since he'd left home, he'd been in withdrawal from drugs, in an incredibly low state of mind and constantly paranoid. By now, however, he was feeling good. He still had urges to take drugs, but the only form of drug he'd taken since coming to Open Roads was a few cigarettes every now and then when he was out of the grounds.