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It wasn't long after the encounter with the trombone-playing student that Kirsty had to depart for classes, leaving Liam to his own devices. He offered her a simple farewell and looked on as she left, completely unaware of what he had overheard and [i]intended[/i] to come clean about. A laid-back demeanor was easy for him to keep up for the time being, yet the weight and guilt of listening in on somebody else's personal struggles (albeit unintentionally) would likely eat away at the boy for some time. There was nothing to be done about it for the moment. After all, he could always tell her the next time he saw her, Kirsty wasn't exactly the most plain figure in a crowd. For now, Liam could only hope that when he did tell her she didn't think of him as some stalker. That would certainly be unfortunate, yet quite befitting of his luck in recent days. With many students filtering out of the common room upon their myriad paths to class and elsewhere, possibly because of the impromptu performance now ongoing not far away, Liam decided that it was time to relocate. The effects of his restless night beforehand were beginning to be felt, and if he didn't keep himself occupied, he might fall asleep right then and there. Merging into the crowd of exiting students like a stream joining unto a river, he'd walk around the campus until classes were ready to begin. Perhaps the morning air would help to awaken him somewhat from his fatigue, or at least, he certainly hoped it would. As he walked among the crowd, their cacophonous footsteps drowned out the now distant sounds of a trombone as they made their way to the building's entrance.

Though short and uneventful his wandering wasn't fruitless, or at least it didn't feel as such. Liam felt as if he understood the labyrinthine layout of the Thames' Edge just a touch more so than he did earlier, though that was admittedly not a very high bar as his navigational skills were what some would affectionately refer to as "Absolute Rubbish". Unfortunately, what [i]did[/i] seem fruitless was the painfully long and monotonous lecture he was currently enduring. The professor, a tall wiry man on the cusp of middle-age with black hair showing early signs of graying droned on as he dryly read his syllabus aloud. His face unmoving and nigh-emotionless as he spoke in a tone that seemed almost hollow. It was if the lecture hall was looking upon a statue with a cheaply recorded voice box saying the same few lines over and over again. It was a trial of patience and mental fortitude, one that Liam had nearly failed on multiple occasions. The fatigue from earlier had only grown stronger with time, and he'd caught himself drifting off a downright embarrassing number of times, yet managed to reel himself back before others could take notice, at least as far as he knew. Nevertheless, the lecture inevitably came to it's end though not nearly soon enough for his liking. It seemed that the other students shared his sentiments as by the time Liam had fully packed up his things, the hall was nearly empty, save for himself and a handful of others. As he dragged himself out into the corridor part of him contemplated going right back to his dorm and passing out, though thankfully the logical part of his brain chimed in that he'd be ruining his sleeping schedule for the coming days if he did that. Much to his own dismay, he'd have to tough the rest of the day out, maybe he'd go find a pub nearby with some good food. That'd be a decent enough distraction for now.

As the exhausted fresher trudged his way to the building's entrance, he audibly sighed as he hit the exterior of the building.[color=f26522][i] Sodding fog, again. As if the dreariness of the day needed to be reinforced yet further...[/i][/color] he internally groaned as he made his way towards the campus' main gates. Though as he made his trek, he did begin to notice a certain absence of other students, though he brushed it off as people not wanting to deal with one another especially on what was the first day for many. Nonetheless it was eerie all the same, a place so full of people mere hours ago was now nigh-abandoned, save for Liam. Alone in the fog. His arms and legs felt as lead, the blood in his veins ran cold, and a sudden wave of world-spinning nausea washed over him. Unprepared, he stumbled and fell to the ground, barely catching himself on one knee. This wasn't normal, just what the hell was happening to him?! [i][color=f26522]Did I... pass out in class or something? This is all way too weird.[/color][/i].As if to punctuate his thoughts, a shrill shriek pierced through the cloying mists. Reflexively, he whipped his head around to the direction of the sound but found nothing to greet him but a wall of thick fog, he could hardly see more than a few metres in front of him. Though if somebody was screaming from that direction, he couldn't very well ignore it. Maybe they knew what was happening, probably not, but it was worth the venture in Liam's currently addled mind. With a decent deal of effort he pushed himself to his feet, and took off running in the direction of the sound fueled by adrenaline.

As he approached the campus' gates he slowed himself to a normal walking pace, out of breath and far more exhausted then he should be from running such a distance, Liam looked upon quite the curious sight. Kirsty, leaned up against the supporting pillar of the gate, the antisocial girl from earlier sat on the sidewalk and another man, seemingly unconscious on the pavement next to her. Utterly confused yet certain this was the source of the earlier scream he tried to catch his breath, holding his side as he asked the two girls. [color=f26522]"What the hell happened here? I heard a scream. Is he just out or is he... you know..?"[/color] he rushed out looking between the two of them for any response as he hastily approached the body of the other man. Though as he did so his vision was caught upon the city in front of them, Liam stopped in his tracks and his face drained of colour. An eldritch skyline stared back at the boy, the buildings like gnarled and warped shards of obsidian, perforating the sky and land at unnatural angles. The thick and cloying miasma from earlier washing over it all, threatening to consume any and everything in its path. The city he'd lived his whole life in was now a twisted hellscape, and for a few moments, he was left completely speechless, before he finally managed to formulate a sentence. [color=f26522]"Wh-What the FUCK is THAT?! I'm not the only one seeing this, right?!"[/color] he shouted as he gestured to the transformed town. [color=f26522][i]Idiot! Hysteria isn't going to help anything right now![/i][/color] The rational part of him raged within, as a shape danced through the gloom from the corner of his eye that he noticed for a fraction of a second before it was gone once more. [color=f26522][i]Stop. Compose yourself, or you'll only make things worse.[/i][/color] he thought as he took a deep breath and focused, in an attempt to regain his calm. Someone might need his help, he could not let himself be swayed from that. Once he had steeled himself, he knelt on one knee next to the possibly unconscious man and begun shaking him to see if he could wake him up. [color=f26522]"Hey, can ya hear me? The sidewalk isn't exactly a great place to take a nap."[/color] He half-shouted, attempting to rouse the other young man from whatever stupor he'd fallen into.