'It's strange to just sit around and do nothing,' Tom thought as he relaxed on the floor of the sixtieth-level boss room. With nothing but his backpack to make his situation a bit comfortable, Tom attempted to get some rest.
With the exception of the ars flagranti with Cleo, he was on the constant move ever since he entered the dungeon from its other side.
Starting with the rushed travel from the other side all the way back to the earth-end of the dungeon, then through all the organization of the migration and now up to the sixty floors back, Tom didn't have even a single second of rest.
The thing closest to a break that he had was the time where he sat down in a chair while convincing his friends that migration was the best option for their family.
'That's not bad, though,' Tom thought, stretching his legs as he rested his head against his backpack and closed his eyes.