this was certainly not one of the duties he expected to be performing as a mentor at gallagher, but suddenly his temporary occupation at the school took on a new sense of importance and urgency. after escorting the mission students back to their dorms, he spoke with some of the other alumni and spent most of the night trying to think of explanations, of suspects and motives. it seemed clear that the culprit was someone now locked in with the rest of them. this, predictably, didn’t calm him enough to finally get some sleep, so at around 7am he paced the halls of the fourth floor until a figure emerged from one of the rooms and he found himself unexpectedly relieved. “enzo?” he knew his room was on a different floor, but the conclusion there was clear. “actually...i’m glad you’re here. i was hoping to talk to you. how are you...” holding up seemed like a pretty stupid way to end that sentence, so he left it at that. / @floorsboard
