Nothing. Once again, he had been able to do nothing. Alexander couldn't even remember how long he'd been sitting here, listening to the grass, watching the little ripples in the pond's water. Of all the places, he had seemingly chosen the atrium garden as his own, a refuge to think.
A sharp whistle breaks his trance, causing his attention to snap toward one of the dividers. Leaning against one of the glass dividers stands a bat in smooth leather, covered in black from his tipped cowboy hat to his tall boots. As he notices that he's got the buck's attention, his lips crack into a wry grin. "Falling asleep there, kiddo?"