Standing, he moved across the empty room to join her on the bed, looking around with relief. This would be the last night he spent within these walls, the last night he would be a resident of Wool's Orphanage. His room had been stripped of nothing but the furniture it came with, a bare desk and chair, a lone wardrobe without contents. In the morning, he would peel off the bed sheets and thin blanket so that it would be prepared for the next ward. It was no longer his prison.