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With the sound of a door closing behind him, Oliver was now left in an empty Hospital corridor; alone with himself and his thoughts. What happened during the trip was not foreseeable, but he was left wondering of things could have been different. This was the third time he tried to speak to Sofia's parents, but as she wrote in the letter Hayes knew not the existence of - everything had been decided and set in stone. With a sigh he took off, turning a corner only to run into one particular person. 

Mr. Sparks - and alone? Strange indeed as he seemed to be quite popular with his class mates. The thought of what happened came back ina  flash, in the teacher's mind. Such an event would be hard to process for such young heroes in training, that much he knew. Parts of the fight had been vicious, people were hurt. To see his student limp forward like this... well, it was a metaphor in itself. Hayes did have a mind to go forward to speak to him. To tell Renard that he did good, as well as the others, to hold off as they did. In the face of real danger and hardship, they used everything they could to protect one another. He couldn't be more proud to have witnessed this - but he did not step forward.

A closer look down the hall, towards where Renard was heading, revealed more of Hayes' students. With a nod and the semblance of a smile, Hayes turned the other way. For the better or worse, they were a team now. He would address them in class.

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Later on that Saturday, as the sun was setting on San Francisco, a hooded person was making their way down a busy street near the docks of the city. People were running about, heading for whatever destinations they were bound to reach. The hooded figure's way brought her to a street heading in a poor part of the neighborhood and each steps she took, each corner she turned, seemed like it brought her in increasingly disfavored parts of the city until she entered a large building. The heavy metal doors closed behind her as she stepped in, echoing in the emptiness of this seemingly abandoned storage area. There was a few containers scattered about, left to dust and rust. Past those vestiges, towards the back, was a much larger iron container with a single window straight on top of it, a ray of sunlight aiming down on it; it had no visible openings, and no text written on it. It's large gate was shut tight, but a smaller door allowed entrance on it's side - this was where Noxious headed. 

It took her close to a good minute to unlock the secured door and step it, closing it back behind her before she finally removed her hood. The inside of the container was nothing like the abandoned outside. It contained a concealed living area; small, but comfortable. The ceiling was a large window, allowing the sunlight in during the day. Everything was tidy to a fault. In the corner was a library full of books, some scattered on the small table close by. There was also a small one-place sofa near the table, in the opposing corner was a small kitchen beside which was the door from which Noxious just entered. To her right, a sleeping area complete with a bed, and a much younger boy laid on it, reading a book. The boy had left his book and sat up when he heard the woman get in. 

[color=a2d39c]"I did not expect you before next week?"[/color]

Without saying a word, Noxious stepped in the room and dropped a backpack she had been carrying on the small table, pushing the books aside, causing one or two to fall on the ground. From the bag she got some food out along with new books of varied topics; from fantasy to modern politics. 

[color=92278f]"I was nearby."[/color] she said, her purple, jaded eyes aiming down at the boy who was now picking up the books she caused to fall. Calmly, he put them back in the library, then took a look at the new books. 

He sat at the Sofa, taking a look at the new books. He seemed to be no more than 15 years old, give or take. The boy had short, pale blonde hair and seemed very thin and weak. Part of it may have been due to bad nutrition, but everything also pointed to him having some sort of condition. [color=a2d39c]"Have you changed the world yet?"[/color] He as if it was the most nonchalant thing ever. Noxious chuckled under her mask and she began putting away the food in the kitchen. 

[color=92278f]"On the day it happens, you'll go free."[/color]

[color=a2d39c]"Like you freed our parents?"[/color]

If that comment was supposed to faze Noxious in any way, it failed. She finished refilling the kitchen, then headed back to the door, opening it and looking back at the boy before adding; [color=92278f]"You know the answer to that."[/color] and the massive iron door closed shut on the little boy's existence.