Saturday morning, the roof

Early Saturday morning, Bel headed up to the roof. He picked a private corner and brought his supplies up. It took several shimmers to get everything up there, but when he had finished, he laid everything out and tried to puzzle out what to do. He still was dubious about this idea of Blair's, but what the hell.

He put together a crude wooden box deep enough for the plants' roots and big enough to allow for an aestetically pleasing garden. He filled the box with soil and, after consulting the directions on the seed packets, planted the cordyline, the palm grass...and the turnips. Then he placed the pots of phormium at the edges of the box.

When he'd finished, he sat back on his heels, brushing the dirt from his hands off on his jeans. Okay, so now what? He certainly wasn't filled with a new inner peace.

First Floor, Early Evening

Bel walked into the dorm lobby with a bag in his hand. He headed down the hallway until he reached room 112, then knocked on the door.