Blair yawned and stretched widely. He felt much better after his nap, and he was going to attribute that sleeping and not the tylenol that he had taken on Dr. Wilson's orders. He wiggled his toes and looked over to see if Broots was awake...only to see a wall where Broots should have been.

"Wha?" Blair jerked up and looked around. The posters that he had placed around started to slide and he watched as several 'gremlin rights' flyers slid into the command center. Everything clicked and Blair peeked behind him into the command center, trying to gauge whether sleeping in hallways was more of punishable offense than a sit-in. Blair checked his watch and groaned. It was late and he wondered if the exterminators had come yet, if it was already too late to save the gremlins.

Blair stood with his backpack and looked at the materials around him, the posters and the flyers, the copies of the petition, the sock-stick and the twinkie wrappers that had fallen off his clothes. It seemed like so little, so little to help save lives. With a sigh, he gathered up everything and walked slowly back to the dorms, stopping briefly at Principal Smith's office to slide the petition under his door. He wasn't sure if it was too late or not, but those who signed deserved to have their voices heard.

He headed up to his dorm room, his sock-stick dragging behind him. Even though he had just spent quite a bit of time doing so, the only thing that Blair wanted right now was sleep.