Room 507, Wednesday Evening (After his Clinic Shift)

Ronan returned to his room and immediately pulled off his shirt, tossing it into the corner that was now serving as his laundry 'basket'. It was getting to be piled alarmingly high. "I should really do something about that," he muttered, but shrugged and decided to leave it for later.

After all, he was expecting a visitor.


[OOC: For time_agent.]