Given what Carol had been through she didn't really think much of the dream she had. The people there were probably from school, two of them she knew for sure were. The tables and injections, well after being in the hospital as long as she had they weren't the most welcoming thing to imagine. But she'd thought that she was past it already. Apparently not. Dreams were weird. It must have been a pretty disturbing one because she felt more tired than usual. 

Waking and getting ready for school early was something of habit. It took her a while longer to get ready than most. But it was routine even when half asleep. The bus that came to get her also arrived a little later than the ones that everyone else rode. Of course it accommodated her wheelchair. The ride was uneventful and she leaned her head against the window. Her head was killing her right now and she barely noticed the time pass. Before long she could see Thomas keeping watch outside the school. Ever vigilant, if not a little odd at times. But his heart was in the right place. 

Getting off the bus she wheeled herself up to her friend. [color=khaki]"Do you ever get tired of sitting out here day after day? Do you get breaks?"[/color] Smiling slightly she stopped and turned herself around. She had a little time before they had to be inside.