Letting him out is the best option, after all, Rogers' background is not simple, at least he won't be intimidated by a man with a strong aura like Atlas Hallow.
Managing banks all his life, almost scared Rogers to wet himself.
Thinking that there are many patients in the U.S.A too, Rogers with his brown hair started packing his luggage happily, ready to set off.
Atlas Hallow was sitting on Charlotte Miller's office chair, where she often sat, her resting room was locked, maybe she really fell asleep.
Annie Gray didn't lie to him, so he didn't wake Charlotte Miller up.
Just sitting in this office, one can feel her scent, that faint rose fragrance that he could only smell in his dreams, slowly seeped into his breath when he entered the office, until it spread through his flowing blood.
He felt as if his body was blooming with roses, sweet and fragrant...
Maybe the jet lag hasn't fully adjusted, anyway, Charlotte didn't sleep long before waking up again.
