The day after the party, Makoto and Sakura went about their morning routines. When Makoto pounded the door to Bramwell's room to remind him to do morning exercises, not a sound returned. With thoughts that the party left Bramwell in need for more sleep, Makoto joined Sakura for morning exercises without impediment. As exercise on, something annoyed Sakura. At a conclusion that Bramwell still thought he hallucinated and was still paranoid despite the infirmary's insistence that he was drug-free, Sakura went to his room. Sakura wore a different set of utilities.
"Bramwell, the doctors said it in a much more eloquent and educated manner than I, but I am going to say that you are not hallucinating," Sakura explained after she pounded on the door again, an action she repeated several more times before she found that the door was unlocked. When she opened it, she saw Bramwell was asleep at the feet of one of the desks, the swivel chair also on the ground. None of the room's lights were on, lighting provided instead by pseudo-candles. A spread of un-opened drinks was spread across one bed. On both desks was large amounts of orange and green paper. As Sakura went further into the room, she saw that both desk's paper recycling bins were filled with paper flowers. Bramwell was still in his green suit that was his Halloween outfit. Earmuffs were on his head. Sakura heard Slaughterhouse's "Goodbye" as it played music into Bramwell's ears. What was a creative idea for creating a conscious Bramwell crossed her mind, which necessitated that he still listened. She unplugged Bramwell's multimedia device, turned the volume on the headphones to maximum, plugged the earmuffs to her own multimedia device, selected " the Radio", held-up one of the pseudo-candles, and hummed along.
After a few moments, Bramwell stretched on the floor as the guitar, slow percussion, and soft vocals played. His hands pressed against his head in an attempt to drain out the loud volume to no avail when the vocals and percussions picked up right as the electric guitar and chorus started. His eyelids remained firmly closed and his teeth sere clenched as the auditory siege on his ears continued. After nearly a minute of writhing on the ground, he became cognizant to the source of the sound, and promptly removed the headphones as he breathed heavily. Sakura disconnected her multimedia player as her shoe accidentally touched Bramwell.
"Out!" Bramwell yelled suddenly without a complete sentence or a structured request for the person's evacuation. Sakura stood frozen before she exited the room with haste a closed door behind her before she teleported to her room. She sat there in silence. Bramwell's scream was not just sudden, it was also telepathically complimented by the sound of a kitten's scream and an especially large dog's bark that hit her senses before she teleported. Already, questions flooded her mind. She was unsure of just what happened, just aware that Bramwell did not exactly like it and that the more she thought about it, the stupider the plan sounded. She tried to distract herself with a walk. The walk was more of a pacing between two points. Despite her best attempts, she could not get it off her mind.
"So what was holding up Bramwell?" Makoto asked as she approached Sakura as she rounded a corner. Sakura froze in place, as she tried to think of a response. Makoto wore a grey tee-shirt, black trousers, and a black baseball cap. She seemed to expect a more physical class was going to happen today.
"I," Sakura replied, unable to fully comply with Makoto's question. Sakura understood not what kept Bramwell held-up to begin with, but now she came up with an idea that became horrendous in Sakura's hindsight. As Sakura contemplated just how she was supposed to explain what happened, she thought that she'd explain everything before the event. "Okay, so I think Bramwell fell asleep at his desk while he was working on something because of his chair being on the ground, though he is awake now. I think he was probably crafting these orange flowers out of construction paper. Yeah, he also seemed to have drinks on his bed. Bramwell was still wearing his Halloween costume, so he probably fell-asleep working on those paper flowers. He even had these fake candles set. Do you have any idea what that was?" Sakura tried to explain to Makoto.
"Well, I don't have a clue. He doesn't have a room-mate, so this has to be his doing. Why didn't you just ask him?" Makoto asked, inferring that Bramwell was awake if Sakura saw his room. "Sakura, are you forgetful or are you absent-minded? Forget it; he is awake. He's still got time. Heck, he probably does not know that the list will be released today." Makoto cracked a smile as she jokingly rustled Sakura's bandanna-covered head before she walked away to see who was accepted for the mission, with eyes specifically on her group of acquaintances. Sakura paced even faster than before as she hoped for the best and planned for the worst. At the very least, time pressed less on Sakura's accumulated problems.
