Robert stayed quiet during the conversation last night. It wasn't because he was shy or uncomfortable, but more ashamed at his story. Both these women were around for their family, even if they didn't seem to care that much. But Rob? He had no clue. Was his family alive? Dead? Did they think the same of him? Lost in his thoughts he reached behind his back and pulled out his beloved kukri, the knife that sent him into solitude. Sitting in the far corner of the room he slowly drifted to sleep with "what-if" questions.

"Rise and shine, princess."

Robert was slowly coming to consciousness, when suddenly a strong scent caused him to jump awake. 
"WHOA! I'M A WAKE!" He staggered to his feet, "What in the hell was that?"