Jake got up finally when he saw the sun peeking in through his small window. He washed up quickly, and wondered what to do. Was he supposed to go upstairs, or wait, or get her breakfast...? He sighed, groaning. There was a light knock on his door, and he opened it to see a frail looking girl standing there holding a tray. "Here is your breakfast," she said. "Tomorrow you'll be expected to join the rest of us in the kitchen, right before sunrise."
He thanked her and took his tray, setting it down.