All of Hammel's ladies and all of Hammel's men (Dante)

[Charlotte Greene]

It's not like he was friends with many of them, anyway....

A chilly Monday afternoon had classes out for the day and most people inside or bundled up so it was nearly impossible to tell who they were. Much more than usual, everyone seemed to have a destination and they were using the courtyard as a means to an end rather than as a hangout spot. This was perfectly fine by Charlie, who didn't mind the cooler weather in the slightest. While most people (especially the pyros) were wearing jackets and pants and beanies and bundled to the brim, Charlie was wearing a comfy pair of sweatpants and a long-sleeve baby blue shirt.. And shoes.. and of course all of the things that go underneath clothing.. But compared to most everyone else she'd seen, Charlie was practically naked. Hardly a soul had looked at her, and none of them had said a word or held their gaze in her direction for any real amount of time. Awesome. It was a good time to read.

Charlie did that a lot.. Find an inconspicuous place, sit down, chill, and read. Cold days meant that there were a lot more places that weren't crowded, and.. for the moment, Charlie had picked a nice paved spot next to a wall. Anyone coming aught to be able to see her if they were looking where they were going, and she was protected from the harsher bits of the breeze. She was reading the last book in a series that she had mentioned to Brooke some time ago, and was completely lost in it. All hell had broken loose, good and evil were fighting between universes on huge ships sailing across time, old ways and new ways were being mixed and combined to defeat the bad guys.. She had read this same scene several times in her life, but it was always one that sucked her right into the story.

As such, she wasn't paying a lick of attention to any of the bustling people going by, let alone one that she both looked forward to meeting again and dreaded ever laying eyes on again at the same time. And as luck would have it, that someone was approaching at a leisurely pace, seemingly without a care in the world.

[Dante Russo]

Dante was one of those people bundled beyond recognition. He was cold when it was warm, so when the temperature actually dipped, he was miserable. He was only outside because he wanted to smoke. It was times like this he that he missed home. Not the home part so much, just the part where he could smoke inside.

He was wearing a beanie, a hooded sweatshirt with the hood up, and an oversized coat that Jo Jo's mother had sent him off with when he left New York two years ago. It was one of those puffy-looking ones with the little feathers inside it. It was dark green, which wasn't a color he generally wore, but it was the only coat he had.

Dante had his hood pulled low over his brow, and the collar of his coat zipped up all the way. His nose poked out over the top, and his eyes were all but hidden. Needless to say, visibility was an issue. It was so cold, however, that Dante in no way slowed his pace to compensate. He was done with his cigarette, and he was freezing.

He thoughts weren't on the weather, though. He was preoccupied with Koty. He was supposed to have lunch with him a day or so ago, and he hadn't bothered to officially postpone that meeting. He'd just stood the guy up-- and he wasn't particularly proud of that. He just.. he was just a little overwhelmed by everything that happened. There was a lot to think about, and Koty attacking him randomly had put him in a sort of.. submissive state. Which was always awkward. It made him much less likely to communicate. Granted, he had no reason to assume that Koty was abusive. The incident had been clearly explained, and Dante took Koty at his word but triggers were triggers. Being suddenly under attack for no apparent reason was a big one.

There was a fresh cigarette burn on the inside of Dante's right ankle.

Not all of the musing about Koty was bad. Actually, he was starting to level out now, and the thought of seeing him was good. Koty was rational, which Dante liked. Sure he talked like a robot, but Dante got the feeling they could wind up having long conversations about logic and ethics. Despite Dante's apparent thug-like attitude, he was pretty intellectual. Deep thoughts happened inside his head, and he never had anybody to ta--

"Shit!" Suddenly, Dante found himself flying through the air and crashing toward the ground. He'd just tripped over something, and now he was all flailing limbs and loud cursing. While he was frantically trying not to plant his face into anything solid, he caught a glimpse of the underdressed person he'd just walked straight into. Huddled against the wall, nearly freaking invisible unless he was looking down.

[Charlotte Greene]

Silence, peace, cool fresh air, a good book... This situation was one of the ones that Charlie enjoyed most. Solitude and a world of her own that she could enjoy like noone else would ever be able to. Even better than that, since there were so few people around, she could do it outdoors where she and her late uncle had always had the best time talking and reading and simply existing. It was a reminder of the best times of her admittedly short life. It was a shame that sometimes she honestly considered that there would never be a better time.. nor even one to match the ones that had already gone..

Charlie had just flipped the page of her book, leaning down slightly to redouble her focus when there was an impact into her leg that jarred her sideways, and before she could even react there was dark green and flailing.. Just like the writhing mass of eels and fish that the bad guy in the book had summoned. The color of greed, the color of the wolf that had set the fields on fire and killed the good guy's dog... Needless to say, Charlie flipped her shit.

Her wings instinctively fluttered like they'd never fluttered before.. Anyone in a ten foot radius or downwind by twenty or thirty feet was getting a healthy dose of dust. The evil green flailing thing? It was getting the worst of it. Not only that, though. Charlie's natural reactions didn't stop at her wings and since the thing was on top of her, she reached out to shove it the hell off of her! Adrenaline fueled and already stronger than she looked, this meant that Charlie was undoubtedly going to succeed in getting Dante out of her lap. Of course, once he was off her lap was when he was most liable to get hurt.. because her legs folded up, then shot forward like a canon, launching the poor bundled up boy clear across the path and into the wall directly across from Charlie.

And it was then that a shaking and hyperventilating Charlie realized what she'd done.. and that the green flailing thing was a person... and that everything was sparkly. "Oh no... Oh nonono!" Like lightning she was on her feet, rushing over to the dusted, thrown, and punted person to try to rip off their jacket. "You have to get out of those clothes! We have to get you someplace safe right now!" ..They poor guy at the hospital that had spooked Charlie had started screaming in horror and ran away so desperately that he'd slammed into a wall hard enough to knock himself senseless. He was in a hospital bed sedated for several hours before the effects of her dust had worn off to the point that he could function and his hallucinations died down. This person had just gotten a much larger dosage.

So she ripped the jacket directly off of them, throwing it to the side... and then stopped dead when she realized who had just fallen on her.. and been dusted, thrown, and punted.... "Oh god.. Dante.. W-we have to get you rinsed off.. L-like right now!" Of course.. Charlie was just as covered in sparkly dust as Dante was.... "And me! Oh crap! I dusted myself!! I-I don't do drugs, I have no idea how to handle this! T-the last guy.. Oh gods what do I do?? We have to get to a pool or .. o-or a chemical shower? Anything! G-get up!"

If Dante didn't get up, Charlie would grab him by the shoulders and haul his skinny ass right to his feet, the proceed to drag him as fast as she could toward.. uh.. well she had no idea where she was going, actually. She just knew that she had to get them somewhere before the dust kicked in.. It had only taken about two minutes before.. See, this stuff not only did it's job by being inhaled, it also got absorbed into one's skin. And was wicked powerful.. Dante and Charlie were both in for one hell of an evening.

[Dante Russo]

"Ugh.. Hey! Hey-ay-ay-ay!!!" Dante struggled when whoever he'd tripped over started prying off his coat. Dante did not appreciate being undressed by random people. Especially people who'd just managed to kick the crap out of him.

He was disoriented, and unable to actually stop her from ripping his coat off and throwing it asside. "Jesus christ-- Charlie?" They recognized each other at the same time, and Dante sneezed a few times while Charlie rambled frantically about drugs and rinsing off and-- "oh, shit dude," Dante laughed, getting slowly to his feet while Charlie freaked out. "Chill out, would you? If we're about to get stupid high, you can't start out being a buzzkill." Dante brushed a little dust off the top of his head and sneezed again.

This was, possibly, the best thing that could have happened for Dante's mood. He had several different modes of opperation. Drugs had it's own mode, because really, mindset was important. Especially with hallucinogens. Just like that, Dante went from grumpy, withdrawn, and confused, to that chill dude who's high all the time. Or, maybe he was already a little buzzed. He was feeling exceptionally chill. And like everything around him was really big.. but in a good way.

"Damn.." He blinked, and raised his arm to look at the back of his hand. There was some dust shimmering on his skin, and he couldn't help noticing how exceptionally shiny it was. "So, we could go rinse off," he said, totally calm, "or we could go check out the woods over there." He grinned and looked up, pointing to the trees that surrounded the school grounds. "Trees are cool when you're trippin'..."

[Charlotte Greene]

"Oh no, they're kicking in WAY sooner than last time!" ... Dante being way, way on drugs was the only way Charlie could justify Dante's mood... Then again.. Those trees really were starting to look cool.. and the way Dust seemed to explode in a little cloud off of Dante every time he sneezed was.. was really freakin pretty. And Charlie spent a second or three pondering the Dantecloud before she shook her head (causing dust to fly out of her hair as she did) and took in a breath to argue.. only to suck in a bunch of the dust that she'd just shaken out of her hair.. then cough.. then grin all huge and laugh.

"If you were any more effeminate you would totally look like a drag king right now! HAH! All sparkly and glittery! ..What happens when we both start screaming like the guy in the hospital did? He went totally nuts. He was so determined to get away from me that he slammed into a wall and knocked himself senseless.. I was just sitting in the corner crying. Which is weird, cause .. If that crap would have happened on TV I think I would have laughed at it. I think Uncle James would have laughed too. Watching people knock themselves out is funny. --Hey, sneeze again! Every time you do all this dust explodes off of you and it's like your soul or something and I can see it for just a minute." ..Did anyone even have to mention that Charlie was a lightweight?

But, speaking of seeing things.. had Dante looked at Charlie's wings yet? Charlie had caught them in the reflection of a window.. and her eyes hadn't left them since.

"Woooow I'm .. I'm so pretty! Lookylooky!" ..She was pointing at the reflection.. like Dante couldn't just.. look at her.

....Aaand just like that the thought of rinsing off was.. gone. By the middle of the next post, though, the dust on their skin would be starting to work it's magic.. prepare for open-eyed hallucinations and some really trippy cool-lookin shit! Apparently Dante's mood effected more than just him. He might wanna put his jacket back on, though. It was kinda cool out.

[Dante Russo]

Jacket? What jacket? Had he come out here with one?

Dante looked where Charlie was pointing and stared for a moment at their reflection. Her wings seemed more sparkly than usual, even washed out as they were by the window. Then he turned his head slowly to look at Charlie herself.

"Whoa," he breathed.

Dante took a step closer and reached out to touch one of Charlie's wings. He knew that in nature you weren't supposed to touch a butterfly's wings. Something about the dust coming off on your fingers and causing the butterfly some kind of harm. He wasn't sure about the specifics. Probably it had something to do with it effecting their ability to fly? He wasn't sure, but hew as fairly certain that Charlie's wings wouldn't be harmed by his touch. She probably flailed into people with them everyday. She was such a spazz.

A short laugh passed his lips as his fingers brushed against her wing, then he withdrew his hand and took a step back. "Hey, check it--" He shook his head like a wet dog, and dust flew off of him in a shimmering cloud. With a wide grin, Dante stopped and looked at his reflection in the window as the dust floated in the air around him.

"Ha!" He watched for a moment before he looked at Charlie again, "hey, what d'you mean I look effeminate?" He pulled one of his tough-guy faces. "You sayin' just 'cause I'm Asian I look look a girl? That it!?" But then he started laughing. He couldn't bullshit nearly as well when his own shtick was making him laugh. Plus, he was starting to see patterns on everything, and that was way more interesting.

They adhered themselves to the world like they belonged there, in shimmering hues of gold and blue. They morphed and swirled magnificently, dancing upon his perception like the whole universe was alive and breathing.

"Hey, you know what we need?" Dante said. "Some fucking kick ass music. Let's go!" Dante grabbed Charlie's arm and tugged her toward the dorms. Never mind that he lived in the boy's dorm, and there were no girls allowed. He wasn't remembering that particular fact at the moment.

[Charlotte Greene]

Actually.. no. Charlie avoided people in order to avoid flailing into people. Also because.. well.. Dante was one of the first people she had actually spoken to... and look how that had turned out so far. Awesome like/hate thing going on, but also ugh. But then again..

Anyway, suddenly Dante was touching Charlie's wings.... Nobody had done that before. Ever. She literally gasped and shivered, her entire upper body quaking for a moment. She honestly had no idea how it had actually felt, but whatever it had felt like it was a powerful feeling... Or maybe that was the dust talking? Er.. not talking, but.. doing whatever it did. Whoa, what if wings could talk? Gah, Charlie's would either love her or absolutely despise her.. or make fun of her and verbally abuse her. It would be like walking around with a hallucinogen-spewing Dante all the time.. HAHA!

Moment gone, now responses to effeminate comment! "No, Dante. I'm saying it because when you aren't scowling you have super cute pouty lips and your nose is adorable." She would reach up and bop her pointer finger against the tip of his nose for emphasis. "And you have really nice hair even though you probly do even less with it than I do.. Especially when it's all sparkly, heehee!" Sparkly. Hehehe, sparkly was fun. Apparently so were patterns, but Charlie wasn't seeing patterns. Charlie was seeing the world like she'd only ever been able to see in black and white. Colors themselves didn't seem to be emotions, but shades of each individual color seemed to be. The sky was such a content beautiful shade of blue, the grass, though withering, was somehow a 'happy with its contribution to the world and ready to die' green.. Charlie's wings were just 'holycrapawesome'.. Her clothes screamed of comfort and casualness, the bricks were dutiful and stoic, even the sheen on the glass had a thought and emotion that went with it...

Of course, then Dante grabbed her hand and took the hell off. Far be it for Charlie to resist, she was completely zoned into the colors.. and watching then whip by was awesome... Not to mention the wind.. The wonderful sounds it made as it rushed past her ears.. As Dante dragged her along, Charlie was just wide-eyed and staring at everything, hardly aware she was moving, let alone that Dante was pulling her along. "Homigod.. I am Pocahontas. I can hear color. I can paint.. with all the colors of the wind! I CAN PAINT WITH ALL THE COLORS OF THE WIND!"

Good thing there weren't many people around.. otherwise campus security would likely be all over them by now.. Charlie was pretty damned loud when she yelled.

[Dante Russo]

Dante was clearly far less focused on the fact that Charlie was a girl at this moment. When she touched his nose and complemented him, he just sort of smiled and looked down with a short laugh, like he was shy or something. For Dante, hallucinogens always came with an odd sense of clarity. The crap that cluttered up his head just seemed to fall away somehow and he could just BE for a moment.

Right now, Charlie wasn't that annoying chick who talked to much and didn't know when to quit. She was company on his impromptu drug trip, and her presence was not only tolerated, but welcomed. The anxiety usually associated with her gender was totally absent as he gripped her hand and pulled her along. No memories of Rebecca sparked at her touch, and frankly he couldn't even remember that he usually had that problem.

Dante laughed out loud when she started shouting. He let go of her hand to double over, laughing so hard he was snorting. "Oh my god!" He gasped, standing straight and looking up, face covered with his hands. "Don't," he laughed, turning then and shoving her shoulder playfully. "No Disney! Don't do it!"

[Charlotte Greene]

Charlie didn't laugh.. at all.. she simply stared at Dante with slightly dilated pupils like he was someone she was definitely supposed to listen to. "No Disney." She then shook her head and stared at everything around her. "Can I be Bob Ross then? I.. I hear color and I want to make happy little bushes.. Lots of them. Everywhere."

Before Dante could answer, though, Charlie bolted away from him... returning just as suddenly and pulling his jacket back onto him with so much ease and skill that.. he may not have realized she'd even done it until he started to feel less cold. If he even felt cold. But then as she stood there, she started to look a little sad. "I'm worried about music. I wanna be Bob Ross or Pocahontas.. I don't wanna be Brittany Spears. You remember what happened to her? And she shaved her head.." For an instant Charlie started to cry.. "I don't wanna shave my head! I like my hair!" .. And the instant was gone, and she was no longer crying, just staring at Dante like she was waiting for direction.

"Plus I can't really sing.. At all. I wonder if Bob Ross could sing to his happy little trees.. Do you think Bob Ross could sing?" .. Again, without waiting for him to answer, this time Charlie grabbed hold of Dante and started dragging him toward the dorms. "What kinda music is fucking kick ass, Dante? I need to see it. I wanna paint with it. Make happy little music bushes.. Titanium white happy little bushes.. That absorb the color of everything around them and sound like a happy little shrub symphony."

If one was to listen to Charlie and see her face, she was dead serious about this. Charlie wanted to make white bushes that absorbed color in order to create tiny symphonies.. At least they weren't screaming for dear life and slamming into walls in an attempt to get away from each other.

[Dante Russo]

Dante was too busy giggling to answer Charlie before she ran off. He swiveled to watch her, still laughing when he called after her, "what're you doing!?" He got distracted by patterns again before she got back, and he was staring at the ground like it was super interesting when she slipped his coat over his shoulders.

She started rambling about music again, and when the tears sprang to her eyes Dante just reached out and grabbed her head with both hands. He leaned in close to her, staring at her intently before whispering, "you will never be Brittany Spears."

He let go of her and laughed quietly as she continued. "I'm sure he could-- you know everyone can sing, it's just whether or not people wanna hear it... But I don't have any paint in my room!" Dante trotted along behind Charlie as she pulled him toward the dorms again. "I have white out, will that... work..?"

Dante trailed off, staring at Charlie's wings. They way they moved when she walked. They way they caught the light. How their already existing pattern morphed and swirled and undulated before his eyes. It was hypnotizing. Her wings were an entire universe in themselves, and he could fall into it if he wanted to.

[Charlotte Greene]

"White-out? ..An interesting thought. Normally used to erase, to destroy.. instead to absorb and enhance. I love it. Yes, White-out! Come, come!" .. Charlie continued dragging Dante toward the dorms.. Apparently she'd forgotten completely that she had no idea whatsoever what dorm Dante lived in.. or how to get there.. or that it had been Dante's idea to go there to begin with.

But then she remembered exactly that, going wide-eyed a bit and whipping around to face the boy, her eyes glazing for a moment at how beautiful the sudden rush of colors had sounded. If one could see sounds, why couldn't one hear colors? Anyway, Charlie's face adopted an abscent grin for a moment before she blinked and refocused. "Dante.. I have no idea where to go. I don't even know if you live in the boys or co-ed dorms." She stared intently directly into his eyes for a moment, then jerked her head to the side, grinning again. "I need to spin. Spinspinspinspinspinspin...spin."

And spin she would... taking several graceful steps toward the dorm before swinging her arms out, wrapping them to the side, and launching into a wicked fast spin... If Dante had thought Charlie's wings were mezmerizing before, he aught to fall over in visual bliss about now. Now Charlie was actually flapping her wings... floating several inches up off the ground without even knowing it. She created a tiny tornado of dust flowing from them, saturating the air around herself with more hallucinogenic dust but more importantly making the air itself shimmer in a sea of color..

Charlie was awash in the beauty of the world in motion.. Everything blending and twisting as she spun around in the now-colorful air, floating above the ground nearly a foot... If she weren't hallucinating she would be blaming Dante for this.. As it sat, if she were able, she would probably be thanking him.

[Dante Russo]

Dante blinked a couple times. He was pretty distracted by colors and patterns and… thoughts and stuff. And Charlie was spinning. And spinning. And spinning. Pretty, yeah, but nothing like falling into a spinning vortex of color to make you dizzy as hell.

"Hey, man. You're making me all.. dizzy." Dante stepped closer, into the fresh cloud of dust (incidentally inhaling another lung full of the stuff). He reached out, and grabbed one of Charlie's arms to make her stop. Of course, there was probably some flailing and stumbling and flinging involved in that, as Dante momentarily forgot about physics. There was a little bit of lag on everything he saw, so he couldn't be sure which combination of things landed him on his back.

"Shit, man!" he laughed, watching the remaining dust hang in the air above him. "You gotta look at this…" If Charlie hadn't fallen down as well, Dante would be motioning for her to join him on the ground. The shimmering particles against the cloudy sky was beautiful, and the way they fell so slowly towards his face was.. just..

It sent his brain down complicated paths. Thinking about the universe, and fractals, and entropy. "Hey," he said slowly, stretching his hand up into the dust, "did you know.. the universe is made up of empty space? It's like… one of those paintings made of dots. Stand far enough away and it looks solid, but it's just a bunch of separate little dots. And.. everything is made of atoms.. little dots.. and.. actually, atoms are made of.. protons and neutrons.. orbited by electrons-- which, if you think about it for a second.. is just spheres orbiting around spheres. It's like.. every single one is it's own universe. What if our universe is just an atom in a larger universe?"

[Charlotte Greene]

Spinning, spinning, spinning.. sound. Image? No, no that was sound. Seeable sound, not hearable vision. Dante.. dizzy? Why was he dizzy? Charlie was the one spinning. Only not for long. Kid had a pretty good grip! When he'd grabbed Charlie's arm her momentum had pulled him into her and her toward him, her wings stopping dead and the two being carried a bit further into a spin before Charlie's feet hit the ground and she crumpled.. somehow gracefully.. into a heap.. which then carried over into her laying on her back with her arms spread, snow-angel style, her head not two feet away from Dante's.

The dust everywhere really was pretty... It was like a billion tiny stars. A universe in fast-forward, constellations changing and disappearing so fast that one couldn't even name or appreciate them. You had to look at the big picture and just take in as much as you could before it was gone. Like some sparkly metaphor for life or something.. Dots. All kinds of dots of all different sizes.. From atoms to planets to stars to galaxies... Yeah, that was neat to think about. Though Charlie wasn't exactly tripping out on fractals or entropy like Dante was..

"Well then, who is on top? Who is the biggest? Are we at the bottom and our atoms are the littlest, or are we in the middle, and our atoms are little tiny universes all on their own? I remember some guy I heard on the radio once.. He said that we all live on a tiny speck of dust.. floating in a mote of sunlight. So what if our dust is planets?"

Charlie then had a shiver that rolled down her spine and left a nasty taste in her mouth.. "That means that for the little dust planets, bacteria are like supergodzilla." But dust was a significant percentage dead skin, right? And as Charlie lifted up her arm to stare at it, she saw faint freckles that she'd never noticed before.. Looking closer showed her all the tiny normally invisible little creases and cracks that made up her skin.. and how the hairs on her arm were almost imperceptibly small, nearly clear, but still there.. Her arm, the freckles, even the tiny hairs were all covered in even tinier particles of dust from her wings...

"How small does it get, Dante? And how big? Do you think that to something out there, we are so small they won't ever see us? Even if they look for a hundred years? ... When we die, do you think that we get bigger or smaller? Which is better? Where's heaven and God in all of this, anyway? Do the bigger and littler universes have their own heavens and gods?" ...Yeah, this was probably too much for poor Charlie to really be thinking about. A thousand questions came from a million possibilities, and she didn't possess the knowledge nor the words to express even a tiny percent of them...

If Dante didn't change the subject relatively soon, Charlie was going to end up drooling with her eyes crossed and wake up several hours later with hypothermia exactly where she was laying right now.

[Dante Russo]

"I think.. it's infinite in both directions," Dante said, not noticing the rabbit hole of doom he'd just sent Charlie tumbling down. "There is always something smaller and there is always something larger. The small things need to be made of something, and the stuff they're made of have to be made of something too. And if there is a thing, it is surely a part of something larger than itself, and that something must be a part of something larger too. It can't just.. end. Can it? Because.. nothingness is a vaccume. The universe creates balance. If there is nothing, soon something will be sucked into it..." Dante squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose. He sat up with a short huff.

"I think, if you were going to believe in 'God', it would be the force that makes everything move." Dante shook his head and looked over at Charlie. "I forget why I started... Hey, am I shivering? Is it cold?" Dante was, in fact, shivering. His teeth were chattering, and his shoulders shaking. He hadn't noticed until now. "Maybe we should go inside." He climbed to his feet and reached out a hand to help Charlie up as well. He blinked a couple times. The patterns dancing on everything were making it hard to see. "You wanted to.. something about white out."

It felt both like eons and seconds ago that he and Charlie were headed inside. Since then, a whole universe of things had happened.

[Charlotte Greene]

"God is momentum.. Then.. then isn't God the vacuum? If the vacuum sucks things to it, then that's what makes everything move.. God is the nothing at the end of infinity...."

Yeah.. probably best to change the topic. "Cold.. lack of movement. Heat is vibrations and movement.. so God is heat and vacuum." God is hot and he sucks. Oh dear, what was going on with this conversation? "I'm not cold. Everything else is cold. I make my own heat. Metabolism. God is heat and vacuum and metabolism.. I just need food to stay warm.. So God is food. Food makes me make heat.." Dangit Dante...

"Whoa. Everything. Everything makes something move! God is everything and everywhere... And you and me too..." Fortunately.. white-out!

"White-out? ..White-out!" Like lightning, Charlie was on her feet, and if Dante wasn't on his just as fast Charlie would literally grab him, hike him over her shoulder, and carry him toward the dorms at.. a pretty respectable rate of speed given how thin she was. It would only be a matter of moments until they were in front of the dorms and Dante would find himself on his feet again, Charlie leaning down to be eye-to-eye with him.

"I have taken us as far as I am able, Dante.. Now you must choose our path." In other words 'I still have no idea where your dorm is' but.. speaking in epic vague prose was way cooler, wasn't it? It just felt so right. "If you can lead, Dante, I will follow. To the mute symphony that is the things I have yet to create... Infinitely pointless, and infinitely awesome and everything in between. Where you go, I will follow."