Timothy hung the phone back on the wall and decided to head to Lincoln's office right now, since he had nothing else worth doing at the moment and was rather bored.
Leaving his stuffy and empty room, Timothy paused for a few moments to recall where Lincoln's office was, since he didn't visit that place too often, and he went on his way.
He walked past dark hall after dark hall, breathing in the musty air that couldn't really do any more damage to his blackened lungs than he had already done.
His cold eyes scanned his surroundings, and the people that quietly passed by without even glancing at him. He knew people had heard bits and pieces of his story, and he supposed that made them not too keen on hanging around him. At least they didn't know everything.
When he arrived at the large wooden door to Lincoln's office, he sighed tiredly and knocked loudly before putting his hands in his pockets as he waited for an answer. His mouth twitched slightly into the form of some sort of wicked smile, but it was quickly erased and he looked normal again as he tapped his fingers on the denim of his jeans.