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Coming back to Elysian Heights after all this time... Cass sighs and takes a right turn. The road looked the same as it did when she first left. Were the people the same too? It feels as though the moment she reenters Elysian, it would all be the same again: she'd be sixteen again with her little clique, Austin would still be alive and chatting with Chris, and he'd still be exchanging glances with Summer in the middle of class. 

Her brows furrow, she passes one or two cars driving out. The road is mostly empty besides that, so, she figures nobody would mind her speeding a bit; it's just a straight line into Elysian now, and she doesn't see any cops around.

Why did she come back to Elysian Heights? She never liked Austin, sure, but she knew him, partially. That was probably more than the general public could say, and it'd make a fine story to write on Austin's personal life, share that heroes are human too. [i]Even if they don't feel like it sometimes.[/i]

It's hard to fake hatred, and for her, it shows all too well in her writing.

But Austin was a good person, even if he was childish. Hate or not, it's... weird knowing that even a powered person can just up and die one day doing the right thing.

The public deserves to hear about his story, and she'd be the first to write about it.

[color=#2A3F91]"Shit."[/color] Cass mutters to herself as she's pulled over by a cop. She got spotted, god dammit. She was so close to Elysian, too.

Her window rolls down and it take a moment for both her and the officer to recognize each other.

[quote]"License and registration." Pausing for a moment "Cass Warden."[/quote]
[color=#2A3F91]"Mr. Goodnight?"[/color] Cass gawks at the older sheriff, her driver's license and registration in one hand. [color=#2A3F91]"You're still working? I haven't seen you since I graduated..."[/color]

Hell, Marcus Goodnight still looked exactly how she remembered, just a little older now. It's hard to hide aging like that. He's been sheriff ever since she was a kid, and from what she remembers, he was well-known around the neighborhood for his love of the Elysian community. if you had any trouble, you'd come to Mr. Goodnight, and he'd handle it all for you. 

Despite being deathly afraid of the old sheriff when she was younger, she always saw him as a cool, neighborhood uncle of sorts. It's both nice and somewhat concerning to see him still working at his old age--he should've retired by now, right?

[color=#2A3F91]"If you still need the stuff, then,"[/color] she holds her driver's license out awkwardly, [color=#2A3F91]"I'm coming back for Austin's funeral to write his biography--the public deserves to know that he was human--a hero, but same as us."[/color]