I look at the store in the distance, remembering those times. One short year now feels as if it was decades ago.

  I met new people and went through some tough times, but here I am, older and wise... Well, maybe not that one.

  I take one more gnce and continue walking, tossing aside nostalgia in favor of what's more important: the future, specifically the future where I'm right.

  bored and having ten minutes left on my self-imposed time limit, I pass through the Hall of Records, a pce every newcomer passes through at least once during their stay here.

  a hall filled with pictures of the greatest achievements and failures produced by all alumni of this esteemed college, from the creation of the thought scanner and food visualizer all the way to the founding of the cult of Rictoz—a cult whose believers were told the road to Rictoz (the god of salvation) was through sacrificing and devoting their bodies (limbs and organs) to him—though nowadays cults like these have "supposedly" disappeared, twenty or so years ago the cult took the lives of four and a half million people, excluding believers who were left disabled; to be honest, I can't see why they put up such an achievement and how anyone can fall for this cult crap.

  Suddenly I get a weird feeling, so I check the time.

  "Damn, I'm way too te. I need to get there as fast as possible."

  I spot a taxi on the road with a man inside.

  'If I run to the psychology department from here, I could make it, but she'll be pissed seeing me out of breath. Wouldn't it be easier if I took the taxi there?'

  I head towards the taxi; a middle-aged man wearing an all-bck hood and smoking a cigarette was behind the wheel.

  'He looks suspicious. Should I not do this?'

  But against my better judgment, I asked for a ride, expining the situation; he smiled at me kindly and innocently, then said in a raspy and calm voice,

  "Ha, I remember when I was as old as you, I also took "breaks" from meeting my girlfriend."

  "She isn't my girlfriend," I said shyly.

  "Sure she isn't."

  He winked and gestured for me to get in.

  'Guess I was wrong about him.'

  I get in the car, and he starts driving, but not before he says in a worried tone

  "Hey kiddo, If you want, you can sleep till we get there. You seem tired.

  "No, thank you. I'm not tired, and the distance is short by car."

  "Ok, do what you want; I am not your boss."

  {Though HE said HE wasn't tired, HE felt weirdly sleepy as if HE'd been awake for days, thinking of what the old man said HE fell into a deep sleep. Nothing was heard of HIM for a while or was it! YOU won't know}

  [SAFE?]