Micah said goodbye to Willow with a light wave before heading toward his afternoon class. His feet moved on instinct, but his mind was preoccupied with what she had told him. Plans, counterplans, and worries about what he should do next stacked one atop another until he could hardly hear his professor's voice. He sat through the entire lecture staring at the board, pen resting uselessly in his hand, not even realising when his classmates began to pack up.
By the time he blinked and looked around, the room was already empty. Somehow, without remembering the walk, Micah found himself back in the dormitory corridor, standing before the door of room 306.
His shoulders slumped. He rubbed his face with both hands and let out a long sigh, the sound muffled against his palms. "Alright," he muttered to himself, "time to face the angry birds."
He pressed his ear against the door first, just in case. Silence. No footsteps, no voices. Maybe… just maybe they hadn't come back.
