"Make way! Official business! Move it, or I'll cite the lot of you for obstructing a public thoroughfare!"
Willy, a patrol guardsman whose uniform was slightly too tight and whose patience was perpetually thin, found himself swimming upstream through a sea of weeping adults and bewildered onlookers.
When he finally broke through the frontline of the crowd, he stopped dead. His jaw dropped so low it nearly hit his chest plate. Before him stood a small army of children. Some still being ushered off the ship by Dominik and a hovering Emelie.
Then he spotted the two figures walking down the gangway. Kurt, who looked like he had been put through a professional grade woodchipper, his clothes tattered and stained with mud and dried blood. Beside him, holding his hand with an iron grip, was the principal of the Future Academy, Diana Valentine, looking remarkably composed despite the chaos.
