<span style="color: #FF0000"><div style="text-align: center;">Mike</div></span><br/><br/>Michael frowned at the two tickets he held in his hand. He knew that this was truly it, that there was no turning back from this decision now. Even if he abandoned the tickets and decided to go back home with his tail tucked between his legs, his father would get the readings on his bank account soon enough. The resulting consequence wasn’t an option. The chilly morning wind picked up abruptly, causing one of his tickets to fly out of his hand. But Mike snatched it back with the other, and smirked. “No regrets,” he said. “This was a long time coming.” The tickets were one-way and multi-stop. All he knew was that they were headed north, and that was all he really needed. It didn’t matter what direction they went, it was bound to be better than here. What would they find? That was up to fate.<br/><br/>“Now where’d I leave that girl?” she was probably still at the bench. Michael briefly considering a… slightly faster method of getting back, but quickly decided against it. The early morning departure ensured that they would beat the rush hour, but there were still plenty of people here, and he didn’t want to cause any incidents like last time. So, Mike paced through the station by foot with his luggage on his back and a few minutes later, he found his target. It looked like she was restless.<br/><br/>“Ready to go Cee-cee?” he asked, approaching her from behind and startling her a little. He knew that she hated when he called her that, which was why he did it. “Here’s our way outta here,” he said, flashing the tickets in front of her. “Come on, or we’ll miss the train.”<br/><br/>Yeah, this was the one ride they most certainly didn’t want to miss. It was their way out. To freedom. To a new home.