I'm at his room.
Exactly sixteen doors from the Northeast corner on the twelfth floor. I have no idea if I'm early or late, but I'm here, so I knock twice on Reid's crimson arch and it instantly flies open. He grins, excited to see me and I melt inside.
"Come in," he gestures, "we'll head out in a second."
I follow him in and he closes the door behind me, glimpsing at me with another sheepish grin.
"What?" I laugh, feeling almost giddy myself.
"Nothing. Just been looking forward to this."
"To what?"
He shrugs but doesn't answer, moving through his room which is nearly identical to mine. Two babeebs hang beneath the silvery Gizella branches that snake across the ceiling. A bed with heaps of worn navy rags sits in the corner and a window, a little mirror and a chair decorate the rest of the space.
"What?" I glance around. "No fancy crib for Rox?"
He scoffs, "Please. The only special treatment I get is the Dofinikes turning their heads when I conduct business."