Annwen nodded. "Good thing the old chap's dead," she said, picking up her suitcase. "I wouldn't have the heart to tell him."

Still, good company with good friends was always enough to bring a smile to her face. She quickly followed her companion out the door, and out of the building. Exiting into the main quad, Annwen began to curse her shoe choice; why didn't she pack a pair of flats?

"How go the history nuts?" she grinned, running a hand through her thick red hair. "Haven't scared them off from a history degree, I hope..."

They passed the main administration building. As they trekked past, chatting like small schoolgirls, they didn't notice the broad-shouldered figure who watched them. His head turned slowly as they went by, slowly pulling up a walkies-talkie.

"I found them," he said. "Contact Lord Cronqist."