"School, hobbies," Benjamin began. "I was studying to be a Creative Arts Therapist. I paint and play the sax in my spare time. I practised long-distance ice-skating." He frowned thinking about it. "I guess I miss that the most. I was really active, I was on skates three times a week and did cycling for my condition almost every day. I can't do a decent training here and the inactivity is driving me insane. Not just the not exercising, but the skating, the speed, it was liberating." He sighed. "I will bet staff won't appreciate it if I start running up and down the corridor," he continued with a bitter tone in his voice, "and to be fair, I'd get bored of it real fast."

Marc quickly changed into his normal clothes, a pair of jeans, a plain t-shirt and a fleece jacket over it. If he had know he'd go out he would have picked something else to wear, but this would have to do.
When he was done changing he went to the reception desk and waited for Sara there.