There are a few people in there. More than six. So many more than he's used to. He keeps staring out the windows into the darkness. At least that is a little bit familiar. Somehow. There's the sense of missing something again.

He eventually gets the feeling he's being watched and turns around to face the room. Looking around he finally picks up on who he thinks has been watching him. His turn to watch her for a few moments before heading over towards her.