"Well, isn't that cute," Pixel said, mocking yet straightforward.
Logan shook his head. "At the time, Selene took a liking to me. But even then, I don't think I was able to reciprocate her affection."
Reacting to his words, the world circled around the two once more, waving into a single point before exploding back out.
The scenery reflected his intent, returning to a different field.
This time, it was a hallway. Gray lockers lined the brick walls, short and skinny. And, despite the ones in Buford all having locks, these ones stood without protection.
Along with them came the occasional door that hid a classroom, labeled with last names at the center.
Logan's eyes lit up, panning over each component. "My old school," he sighed, tapping his foot against the floor. "The last place I'd want to see."
