Ed gets his bed linen changed and an extra blanket on the bed by the time he hears Oswald. He knows Oswald can feel the cold at times he doesn't want him having to wander to find warmth.

The room is cluttered but tidy. Piles of books and scraps of mechanical pieces, everything in some kind of order that makes sense to Ed's mind. There's a wardrobe and a chest of drawers that are probably full of clothes. A desk with a roller top (locked) and a chair and a bedside table alongside a large, comfortable bed. Ed's tall, he needs the space. There's a bookcase too, with books, knick-knacks and doohickeys.

There's a familiar framed certificate on the wall, Ed's certificate of sanity from Arkham, the one that Oswald gave him. On the bookcase, there's a collection of puzzles, clear, acrylic burr puzzles, wooden ones, and a carefully reassembled puzzle box that Oswald should remember very well.

"If you need anything else, just holler." He indicates the bedside table. "The key to the door is there, if you feel the need for that security." He steps to the side, to let Oswald through. "I hope you sleep well."