And so it was. Whilst the two individuals met safely indoors, Justin and the others sped for their right to breathe. Soon they would arrive at the gates... or so they all, save Justin, thought.<br/><br/>Gasps arose from all around him. Justin silently watched ahead of him, his eyes turning to obdurate stones. He knew this was the outcome, it always was. There was no escaping Nymphetamine once it knew who you were... that was the mindset anyways.<br/><br/>For fourteen years Justin sought escape from this hell. It became his only hope, his only chance to live somewhere safe... he had never experienced such a place, but he knew it must exist. The group he was affiliated with was proof of such.<br/><br/>"So, I suggest we find a safe place to crash for a bit. They've stopped shooing, but they'll want us eventually. Drive, I'll explain on the way." And so the car turned around, leaving the shrouded wall that used to lead to the entrance behind.