Rory got to a bed eventually, after taking a shower and given something to eat. Finally, he set his bag down. The whole time, he had been worried to leave it anywhere, but now he was able to set it down. Sighing softly, he glanced at a few of the homeless people that were sitting or lying on their own beds. 'They all have it worse than me,' he thought to himself. Glancing around, he realized that he hadn't seen Angelo recently. Feeling a chill run up his spine, he bit his bottom lip before getting to his feet, a worried look on his face. Oh, God, if Angelo was gone, too, then Rory would be all alone. Praying that Angelo was just eating or in the shower, he left the long hall with it's military-style beds, heading to the front desk to ask after him, already shaking.