Dean barely remembered falling asleep before morning arrived. It felt like he had just closed his eyes and time just flew by.
Already up and prepared, Dean made his way to the academy gates even as the first batch of students came in.
At the gates, he pulled at this bag while looking back. He'd wanted to say goodbye to Olsen at the very least. But Olsen being Olsen never made it back to the Dorm.
He waited at the gates, Expecting a phantom steed to pick him up, but to his pleasant surprise, a car pulled up instead and right in front of him.
It wasn't just any car. It looked like a vintage sedan. Its black body was well polished for a post-apocalyptic car.
Looking expensive even by upper district standards.
'Speak of the devil.' Dean thought, as Olsen wind down the glass of the driver's door and opened the passenger door.
"Let's go,* he smiled.
Dean tried not to look too excited. But failed immediately.
"..Where did you—"
"I'm a Reed, remember." Olsen grinned.
