Room 201 to... Elsewhere, Saturday Morning

To say it had been a bad week would've been ... ... ... kind of an understatement. Oh, Owen was fine at keeping his smile firmly pasted in place while he went through the motions, but he just couldn't. Let it. Go.

Stupid questions about why he wasn't good enough kept blustering around his head and it was driving him more than a little bit insane; he'd maybe been spending more time outside of his head than in it recently.

Literally.

Right now he was sitting on the floor, following the way some of the sparrows danced outside. Plotting their trajectories, guessing where they'd go next. It was an old exercise, a favorite at the satomi, but he found it helped him now.

The sparrow went up, up, into the air, flitting towards a tree, and...

Had he left a window open?

Owen's eyes snapped open at the sensation of the breeze, and the sound of loud chatter, and... found himself sitting on the edge of a non-functioning fountain in the middle of a city square surrounded by very, very, very, very tall walls.

"...huh."

[[ establishy ]]