He was glad when Jules followed. Weaving his way between the rush of other ‘students’ and guards, Elijah made it into the equally as packed hallway outside. Sighing, he grabbed Jules’ hand, making sure she didn’t get lost in the crowd, which could be overwhelming for anyone no matter how long they had been there for, and began the trek to safety.<br/><br/>It took a little longer than he had hoped, but eventually he got them to one of the quieter, less crowded hallways with only a few stragglers wandering about. Following a seemingly well known path, Elijah led Jules up a flight of stairs, down another hallway, and out a door that led onto the roof.<br/><br/>Finally slipping his headphones off, Elijah rubbed his temples with his eyes closed for a moment, feeling a headache coming on.<br/><br/>“Sorry about all that.” He said, turning to face Jules. “That doesn’t usually happen.” He remarked as he leaned against a railing, looking down at the area around the building. “But when it does it blows up pretty quickly.”<br/><br/>Elijah recalled what she had been saying before the whole situation downstairs.<br/><br/>“I should probably rephrase that. You’re the first I’ve heard of who’s dreams actually come true. I’ve heard about others who can predict things through their dreams, like seeing into the future, or seeing things happening in other places, but never anything like what you’ve got.”<br/><br/>He paused for a moment, thinking.<br/><br/>“I suppose it’s fascinating the diversity of everyone’s abilities.” He mused. “Everyone, even those with the same ones, seem to have something that makes them different. I guess that’s what makes it so difficult to research them, like a virus.” He chuckled.