Diana had quickened her pace somewhat on her way back to the main square. She was having to make up for the lost time at the dorm and the added weight of the damnable heavy sack. Diana was not a stranger to hard work, but she was no athlete either and with her smaller frame the sack was begging to hurt her shoulder quite a bit. Diana cursed the beat up sack as she closed in on her goal. Once she got their, it would be a small matter to set the offending item on the ground and let her shoulder rest for a bit. As the pain started to slow her down near her goal, she once again closed her eyes and focused. Years of intense psychic training had taught her to do things like block out pain and distractions. She set the image of the crowd ahead and counted the exact number of steps it would take to reach the furthest bystander so as to avoid impact. Her plotted trajectory was a straight line from current point and so she should not run into any obstacles as long as no hidden variables were in place.<br/><br/>However what the genius had not foreseen was a certain headphone wearing girl weaving in and out of the crowd. A girl who happened to swerve around the furthest bystander at just the precise moment that Diana hit her final step and was opening her eyes. As the two collided and Diana was sent unceremoniously to the ground below, her thought was "<em>Damn, I somehow miscalculated.</em>The nerdy girl crashed to the floor hard, with her worn sack spilling open and books sliding across the concrete. Worse though was that she hit with enough impact that her glasses fell off and skittered a few feet from her.