Discontinuing it.

Now that he's slept for hours and it had gotten to the next day, had he cleared his head? Had he decided? The answer was, no. He sat up on his bed, and used his palm to rub his face.

Should he continue stalking Abner and his friends? Or should he stop? He hadn't decided yet, he was still confused. He slept for hours just as he wanted to, but still, he hadn't decided yet. He stood up from the bed completely and strolled out of the room sauntering straight to his office.

He was wearing black long clothe that was close to reaching his feet. It seemed like a gown, a free one. Reaching his office, he glanced around, then he strolled out of his office too heading straight to the first floor's balcony. Reaching the balcony, he placed both of his palms on the barricade and began glancing at the compound.