Gerald laid down on the bench at the top deck of the airship, his eyes closed, his hair fluttering wildly due to the wind, completely asleep and his guns in a two second reach. A part of him still believed that he would wake up and discover that his entire journey so far had been a dream, but as of yet that had yet to happen. 

He had done it. He was actually going to Beacon. His lifelong dream, thought to be out of reach for so long, was finally occurring. Granted, he wasn't completely finished yet and going to Beacon was still just a part of a greater goal of becoming a hunter, but still, he had done pretty well for guy who was dodging cops a month ago, right? As such, savouring his successes and reflecting on all that had happened in his life so far, he continued his napping on the top of the airship.