<div align="center">(http://oi51.tinypic.com/4iofma.jpg)</div><br/>Paul had made his way out of his dorm and onto the main street with no problem. He dug his hands deep into the pockets of his jeans and his blue eyes darted back and forth from building to building. He started to wonder to himself what he was doing and why he had even left his room. Strangers passed him left and right and seemed to be staring at him, as if to ask who he was. Paul resisted the urge to seek refuge in the friendly looking stone library, a building in which he spent many of his afternoons reading books full of fantasy and far off places. Words that painted the landscapes of worlds he could never imagine being a part of but pined after none the less.<br/><br/>The young man looked down and turned away from the familiar and comforting building, he continued to make his way through the streets and avoiding the unfriendly gaze of strangers. It wasn't long before bright light prompted him to look up and find the local movie theater. Small groups of people gathered around the front, looking at the rows of movie titles and posters and weighing their options, just a few feet away there was a line where Lizzie, Renard and Tebastion stood. Paul looked over the many film posters, really having no idea what any of them were, it had been a long time since he'd been out to see a movie. He wondered if he should just pass by or go back home but a feeling in the pit of his stomach told him to say.