By evening, the group has been rewarded with their dorm room. They were given five futons to lie on the floor. The room has a closet and a bathroom. It is regularly replenished with a wide range of essentials, including toothpaste, soap, and a simple kettle setup with cups, mugs, and a gallon of water.
The group is found unpacking their bags. Their first order of business is figuring out how to divide the closet space. The women have the first privilege to pick their side, occupying themselves with the task.
While the young men of the group rest on the floor, staring out the large window of the room, they wait for the women to finish unpacking their belongings.
"I'm hungry."
Zion grumbled.
"Shut up."
Zeth continues to gaze at the sky. The clouds and the light from the sun are at a stage where their colors collide in the early moonlit time. Zeth was mesmerized by the colorful burst it produced.
"I said I'm hungry. When's dinner time!?"
Zion grumbled again. Louder.
