I’m at The Green Room again. A friendly place full of musicians on Hollywood Blvd. It’s loud here, not noisy, with music and conversation. The staff and I get along well, we’re planning on going to Bodyworlds later on, after the shift change. I’m waiting for umbriel with hope in my heart. I’ve been here almost an hour, and I’ll wait a little more before walking down to his hostel. I have no idea where he would roam, but I figure it’s worth a shot.