The week passed quickly, but it was heavy. Yomo counted the days, immersed in his studies and his part-time job. Interspersed with his trips back and forth to Nils, time seemed to slip through his fingers even though each minute seemed endless and empty. He filled the time he was forced to live with an activity that distracted him from the inner torture he was experiencing. The questions he wanted to ask and couldn't because of Rau's radio silence. The questions he was asking himself left without answers. To forget all that, he had decided to occupy his brain with something else and to exhaust himself so that he wouldn't have to think about it when he was resting.