Robert had been having happier days thanks to his new company, a furry little thing called Balto. Having put the pup to sleep with the aid of some soft piano music, he was about to call it a night himself. However, sleep would not come to him as he found himself suddenly in an eerily pleasant room with three other people. Quite wary of them all, he nodded at the one woman's note about the lack of doors.
Maneuvering over to the guy looking at something on the wall, Robert read the plaque aloud, not noticing he was doing so. Then he tried the window, which refused to budge. "I think we have to sit," he offered, moving to one of the chairs and plopping himself down, not actively demanding anyone else to do the same.