Remember: everything The Photographer IDV says is made up.

*You find yourself in your own room turning back and forth in your bed restless. It's only been a few days and you're already homesick. Nevertheless even if you wanted to you can't back out now; you've dugged your own grave.* *You sigh in displease as you push the blanket away and sit up, yawning as you stretch. Soon you stand up and walk over to your wardrobe to get dressed.* *One last glance at the mirror and you were out of the room. Now, where to go?*