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Tristan pulled his stuff out of the van, and looked up at his friend, "I'll see you on the other side, man." He chuckled, taking a step back from the van. "Yeah, don't forget to give me a shout sometime." Sayid said, shutting the door behind his friend. The young man looked out the window of his van at the students returning to the school. He put the car into reverse and rammed into some van behind him before he quickly shifted to drive and sped off down the gravel road.

"Oh crap." Tristan said, watching his friend drive off. He checked his suitcase and back pack, and headed up the gravel road. As he passed the small memorial, he averted his gaze from the picture. It was bad luck to look at the face of the deceased. He continued past the monument and took a seat on a small wooden bench. He could almost feel the sadness coming from the crying people at the monument. It was unnerving so he stood, and continued on.

He dumped his stuff on a bed by the window in the room he was to stay in, and he wandered down to a bench on the path to Cooper Hall from the Eastern Facility. He drew his legs up into a criss-cross applesauce position, and closed his eyes. His mind was reeling from the drugs he'd just done, and he needed a moment to calm down. "Center yourself, Tristan. Center yourself." He whispered to himself. He could see something in his mind. A person. They were running. From what? He concentrated on the person, and could see... something.. He opened his eyes slowly, and took in the trees around him.

"Maybe it'll be clearer tonight." He sighed, closing his eyes again. All he saw was darkness now, which was good. The drugs would wear off soon, and he'd be able to talk to whoever he needed to speak to clearly.