Steven is. The common room is where he's been spending most of his time, taking comfort in the presence of others - a feeling he couldn't manage to maintain when alone in his room.

Of course, as soon as he sees the vines... he realizes that it never would have made a difference. Hope begins to crumble at a pace that is staggering, the second he sees those tangles of thorns start to creep around the corner. He knows he need to run, to warn someone, to do anything, but... he can't.

He feels paralyzed with fear, knowing what's coming, knowing that it's his fault. When Rita comes across him, he won't be responding to her shouts. Instead, he'll be crumpled onto the floor, staring a the vines creeping beneath the door ahead of him. He can't even breathe.