After his encounter with Nathan, Warren sulkily dragged himself back to his dorm room, locked the door, and threw himself on his bed. His eyes were puffy from reconsidering his actions and what the consequences may be, and more than anything, Warren wished to have a calm, relaxing nap to soothe his thoughts.

Well... I did save Max. Why do I feel such an intense feeling of self-doubt then..

Warren took out his phone, taking a picture of himself and texting Max with a grin. They exchanged a few texts, and Warren was genuinely curious as to what she was to say to him in the parking lot when they were rudely interrupted.

Fuck me, right? Goddamn Nathan.. making me look like a fool in front of Max

Warren's thoughts melted together like warm broth and chicken, and slowly muddied his former beliefs on his actions helping Max. Did he really help? Was Max actually grateful and was he even needed? Is Warren just a nuisance? Irrational thoughts like these surfaced yet, Warren simply tilted his head back, his thoughts slowly subsiding, the adrenaline from his encounter with Nathan becoming nothing more than his normal state. And just like that, he drifted into nothingness.

Not long later, Warren jumped awake, startled. He had work to get done, so he grabbed his laptop, and hurriedly jogged over to Ms. Grant's class to work in quiet and peaceful bliss of her empty classroom. Once he got there, he settled down, placing his laptop on a desk in the back and getting straight to work.

That stressful straight A student life, gotta keep it up yo

Warren began putting the initial format in place for his essay. When, curiously, he slowly twisted his head to look outside the window, and what he saw shocked him.

Snowing... in October, on a warm day..!? What's going on.

After taking a few seconds to think ramifications the weather may cause, Warren shook his head and decided it was best to get back to work. His fingers worked their magic on the keyboard, flying around at amazing speed, as he began typing up a conclusion on chemical reactions and how different elements properties determine what'll happen when they meet. He didn't even look at the screen, simply closing his eyes and letting his mind do the work. Warren quickly reached the point which he was putting the final touches on his conclusion.

Warren inserted the last period in his essay, and shut his laptop, walking briskly out of the classroom, curious as to what's the cause of the abnormal weather phenomenon. His palms were clamp with sweat, and he tried not to show the worry feeling building up behind his quirky facade. If he can find anything involving why the weather is acting the way it is, great, otherwise, he's more than happy to be able to watch the original 'Night of the Living Dead' another time.

Warren was jingling his door keys, walking into the hall of the male dormitory. He had a grin on his face thinking of the flesh-eating zombies appearing from behind boarded up windows, grabbing unsuspecting survivors. Upon reaching his dorm door, Warren was casually about to unlock the door and go about his day, when suddenly, he heard a loud commotion in the room behind him.

Nathan.. I nearly forgot all the events earlier today due to the weather

Warren hesitated, and rather than continue to go into his dorm room, made a 180 and slowly crept up to Nathan's door. He wasn't doing anything bad, really. Out of curiosity for Nathan's well-being, he was genuinely interested in learning the nature of the conservation he was having. Yeah, that works.

"FUCKING LEAVE ME ALONE! Shit, just throw some more money at him, like you always do." Nathan's voice was cold and came out harshly, the way only someone who'd experienced far too many afflictions than should would speak. It was obvious whoever he was on the phone with was someone who Nathan didn't get along well with, and Nathan didn't try to make it seem otherwise.

".. okay, okay, I'm sorry, alright? Just let me handle this my way." Without another word, Nathan hung up his phone.

Warren coughed, clearing his throat nervously. He didn't quite think through what his next actions would consist of, and so, he stood there awkwardly for a few more seconds.

Okay, here goes nothing

Warren knocked on the door 3 times quickly, and firm enough so that Nathan would definitely be able to hear.

"Who's there?" Nathan shouted, the agitation seeming to flood out the door and cling to Warren's body, suffocating him, pressuring him to back off.

Warren was done backing off.

"A... friend, I'm just here to talk, alright?" Warren said calmly, looking forward doubtfully as though he was looking through the door at an unsatisfied Nathan.

Much to his surprise, the door came swinging open.