“Shit,” He swore under his breath. “Groundskeeper? No. I’m a first year student. Held back a few years. I guess partying and dying lead to failing classes.” He looked down at his waterlogged clothes. He assumed his phone was dead. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the waterlogged phone. He was already late for class and didn’t have time to go get changed. He pushed his hair back, away from his face. “I’m late for class. Are any of you in the Creative Writing Course?” He asked. It was a long shot, but he was soaking wet, and had no idea where his class was.