Benjamin had managed to tear a hole across his pant leg when it snagged on a gutter as he cut a corner. A fairly expensive mistake to make, actually. He really did need to change wardrobe for training. There was only so much casual wear in his closet, though. He didn't even need suits anymore; he wasn't in boarding school anymore. His feet were sore and a little wet since the rain started a little before they'd finished. Mindlessly, he texted his mother to let her know he probably wouldn't be home until the next day, seeing as he didn't exactly think he could really move his legs anymore. He was on the couch, but how he was sitting didn't register at all. All he knew was that he wasn't upright and he was having a little trouble becoming so. Abby was on the floor, complaining and asking about food. [b]"I'm not entirely sure if we have the [u]collective[/u] strength to manage even [i]that[/i]."[/b] He groaned. If this was a warm-up, he actually began to worry about real training from Sonya. He hadn't put it past her to be cruel or intense, no one did, he imagined. But he had never ran that much in his life.