Bobby has been keeping busy since he arrived Here. He'd actually managed to get a call through to the school yesterday, and had gotten the machine. He'd left as accurate a message as he could, and could only hope that they took it seriously...they didn't always take him seriously.
Today his mood is better; at least he'd accomplished something to give him some hope of being rescued from this place.
Now he is outside by the pool, having just swum laps. Sure, he'd had to move the ice out of the pool to swim--but what good were mutant powers if you couldn't use them to your advantage? He's laying on a towel letting the the breeze dry him off.