I have been correcting the mistake I made for nearly twenty years now. I am coming to the end and I can feel the effects. I am feeling old. Much older than the twenty-four years that I appear. So much life lost just because of one greedy kid. Jack sighs and scratches his cheek. A few days growth of his blond beard scratches back. His short blond hair is thrown about in a stylist’s nightmare. Jack tucks in his blue Northern University staff shirt and walks out to the check-in counter.

“So we meet again,” Kevin greets Jack with a two-fingered salute.

“Yeah. So it seems,” Jack mumbles.

A large group of people approach Jack and Kevin to go into the building. They check the students’ id’s and let them enter.

“Supposedly there are tunnels running under the entire university,” Kevin mentions after the students go by.

“What?”

“You asked me a few days ago what was in the mechanical room downstairs.”

“Right.”

Another group of students approach the workers. Afterwards, Kevin turns back to Jack.