At the sound of the first beep Py turned in his bed to put out the alarm clock. The Housekeeper had been really kind in giving him the alarm last night. Scrounging through his bag he took out the orange convict trousers that special agent had left him. He had arrived in worn down rags and as he dressed down to sleep last night, his shirt totally ripped to shreds. 

Getting up he stretched to get the blood flowing, doing a few ham stretches and side bends to limber up his extremities. He searched around his bed to locate his cane and then slowly walked out bare-footed. Careful to not stir up the sleeping souls that shared this massive building with him, he quietly got down from the stairs and noiselessly reached the door. A little creak announced him trying to be cautious and after a few moments he was outside.

The cool breeze permeated the area, soothing him immediately. It's effects were magnified due to him being shirtless. Beautiful scent of the night flowers wafted into his nostrils and he felt himself smiling like an idiot. He walked over to the bench and slowly began his breathing exercises, the zephyr lifting his mood and spirits. Suddenly, in a few days his world had changed. A lifetime of torture, a few days of lock down and then a day of acceptance. He had seen the lowest of low the life had to offer and now he was on a crest, he wondered whether things would remain so. Would he be able to make friends and lead a normal-ish kind of life or would his past come back to haunt him.

The contemplation continued until the beautiful songs of birds broke him away from his thoughts. If he had been taught anything by his whole ordeal it would be to live life as it comes, whatever tomorrow brings will be dealt according to situation, if he lives in his head he might miss out on all the fun to be had here. After all, people here were already of a lot gentle and caring kind than the ones he had served.

He got up and walked on the grass, the beads of fresh morning dew coalescing on the soles of his feet. It was strangely refreshing and overpowering for it brought back memories of the only light that had shone in his life before this new chapter. But he had made peace with her yesterday, now there was only happy reminiscence and no underlying guilt, he hadn't felt free like this ever and that in itself was pretty overwhelming. He wandered about for a few moments more before walking inside the orphanage.

Judging by the stillness that draped over the halls it was still to early for anyone. He silently made his way to his room, the stairs taking up most of the time to successfully negotiate that he had barely reached his room when the bell rang. It was the morning call for everyone to get down for breakfast. After having dealt with the stairs by his lonesome two times already, Py was confident that he won't be waiting for a kind soul to extend help. So he picked up his cane and got out, he heard the door across the hallway open simultaneously and from last night he knew of its occupant.

"Good morning, Katherin" he spoke up, polite enough to not surprise her and loud enough to be audible. 

"Would you be waiting for someone to get you downstairs or going by yourself?" he asked, "Care if I join you"