[center][h1]Marc Bolheim[/h1][/center] 

"Oh hush Fritz, the train station isn't that far from here, just several miles. I am not going to ride across the country like dolt behind me," stopping when he heard the voices of two men and the two men exit the vehicle, "dolts." 

Listening to the two ramble on about their adventure, smiling as he had enjoyed his walk, it was nice outside and he was enjoying himself. He himself was not so lucky as well, luckier than their fourth musketeer, but not as lucky as those two. He had been allowed to go on the trip, as long as it was business-oriented, his father had several businessmen with him, which is why he walked in all reality. He did enjoy the walk however, he just wished he didn't have to share the carriage with two other men, one of which was a rotund man.

He turned and smiled at Fritz, "But show us the way Fritz, as if we were walking to that beerhall on the far side of campus after Herr Walkoffs long lectures. It will be like our last Christmas at university, just without those various pastries, meats, and cheeses my father sent us."  He was ready for the nostalgia from his... youth, no university years. He was just reaching middle-aged at that point.