Anders had snuck out of 227 while Bridge was still sleeping, and his own common room was empty, but after everything that had happened last night he really didn't feel like being alone at the moment, so he headed up a floor to find someplace where people were.

The idea of food kind of turned his stomach -- okay, his stomach was already being kind of turny -- so he just sort of scrunched himself into a corner of the couch and sat there.