“And what worries me is the fact that people collapsing down for mysterious reasons, which would be later unveiled as ‘their guts got mixed up with their liver’, could cause great interest amongst the general public. We need to lay low, you said it more times than I needed to hear it.”

He gets up anyway and goes to grab his overcoat and the gun he had discarded earlier. He hides the firearm in his inner pocket before continuing. “I have a bad feeling about this. That almost seems a little too convenient… Maybe they thought they could use our stream to move around while everyone else has their eyes set on us? Or maybe it was just a coincidence… Destiny, you could say.” He holds back a disdainful snort.

“And while I understand your concerns about Hope’s Peak Academy… Don’t drag it for too long. My patience… is sort of wearing thin, lately. This masquerade has been going on for two long shameful years now, and if I happen to see one of *these people* today… I do not guarantee anything.” He pats the gun through the fabric with a bitter smile.

Stephen: I’ll teleport you there, it’d be faster.