Kro awoke. Unfortunately for him, he had fallen asleep on top of the treehouse, and was somewhere in the branches just above the wooden structure. Sighing, he let his body slowly turn to smoke, which flowedndown, and reformed into himself at the base of the tree. Grasping his stomach, he went over to the nearest bush, and was sick.
It had been some time since he had done that.
Afterwards, he decided to head inside, into the main apartment building. He sat down on a bench, looking at the lobby in its quiet emptiness.