After a long period of slogging through the streets slowly, Gavin finally drew upon the building. As he walked into the cubical structure, the blast of cool air caused him to shiver slightly as he looked around at the odd interior. Sighing slightly, he headed to what looked to be the dorms. Walking with his head still ringing slightly, he noticed a small note pasted on one door. Squinting at it, he made out "Sylvia". [i]Strange, this looks...familiar...ah well.[/i] Opening the door, he walked in, letting out a relieved breath as he let the steel bars clang loudly to the ground. Making his way over to the couch, he slumped down, talking loudly to himself. It was a habit that he had picked up from long hours alone. "Gah, my head...what was her problem? Granted, I may have started shouting, labeled myself a freak forever [i]and[/i] whispered some questionable things in her ear, but that is NO reason to slam my head into a pole!" Standing up, he began pacing with the energy and coordination of anger. "And blowing up about her brother and my sister's funeral! What the hell was that about?" Unzipping his bag, he yanked out a bar and gripped it tightly as it quickly and jerkily transformed into a short sword made of steel, slicing it at the curtain.

The curtain remained staunchly unsliced.

A guttural noise came from his throat as he tossed the blade aside and yanked open the curtain, trying to get at some fresh air to cool down. He took half an angry step forward, then froze. In front of him was a familiar person, staring at him with a flat expression on her face.

Sweat beaded on his brow as he slowly slid the curtain shut, turned around, calmly walked behind the couch and crouched down, praying for his life.