Jacob was out taking a walk, exploring the grounds, and thinking. He spent a lot of time pacing while he was thinking, but he could tell the other boys in his dorm were getting annoyed with him, so he decided to take it outside. It was probably better to get some fresh air, anyway. He was mostly thinking about his schoolwork, but his thoughts had begun to wander toward his personal life, too. He'd made a few friends, but he still felt somewhat lonely. Why was that? He'd been making a concentrated effort to be less awkward, and he thought he was succeeding for the most part, but his social life still seemed fairly stagnant. Lots to think about, so lots of walking.

He was starting to get a bit tired of walking, though. Once he reached the wooden bridge, he figured that seemed like a nice place to take a break from his rambling. He leaned his elbows on one of the railings, looking out at the view. It was chilly, but he was wrapped up nice and snug in heavy robes and a scarf, so he wasn't uncomfortable. The tips of his ears and his nose were beginning to turn a bit red, though, but he didn't notice that, although he did sniffle once. His brain was still whirring. He may have stopped walking, but he had not stopped thinking.