Two days had passed since the incident at the concert
For Aren, those two days had felt strangely quiet.
Principal Virel had been very clear about the situation before leaving the apartment: do not leave the house.
With the amount of attention the incident had drawn, it was safer for him to stay out of sight until the expedition departed.
Which meant Aren had spent the last forty-eight hours doing little more than recovering. His family had already been notified.
That conversation alone had taken nearly an hour and his sister almost blew up again. His father had nearly fainted when he heard his son was involved in a bio-terrorist attack.
Thankfully, the Professors handled most of the explanations.
Now, the apartment was quiet again.
Aren stood beside his bed with a half-open duffel bag resting on the mattress. A few sets of clothes had already been folded inside, alongside several pieces of gear that Luna brought from the school's equipment facility back.
