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John laid awake in the seemingly massive bed, waiting for his dorm-mate to show. He was curious, as to who he would be spending his time with. The day had been, well, it had been quite a day. This was a lot for John to take in, the existence of the mystics, and their presence at the school. He wondered if they knew anything about where he came from, not that he'd be telling anyone, but sometimes people just, know. The dead silence in the room was uncomfortable.

After a few minutes, John couldn't take it anymore. He made his way to the window, quickly scaling down the building. Once he reached ground level and made his way out behind the school, he could see the fire was still going, dimly, but it was still going. John decided to make his way down, but remain in silence, so he wouldn't be seen. It took him a few minutes, as he hung close to the treeline, making sure to be completely silent on his way there.

"I am over here Kylee. You're kinda amazing. I am not dead though I promise!" Marcy called out, as though who she was talking to was not nearby. John could see Duncan, Marcy, and Kyra. He watched, wondering what they were speaking of. From what John could hear, they had gotten lost. John checked his chest pocket in his jacket. 2 flares. He likes flares, they came in handy much more often than one would think. He quickly made his way about halfway to the school, climbed up a fairly large oak tree, and lit the flare, hoping that the crew of them would recognize the pathway back to the school. John did his best to remain hidden, hoping that they wouldn't see him, and mistake his kindness for weakness.