<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Ref. Pic</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/66/63/b7/6663b7f7758f0a9e12d3eca7fe468009--sweet-guys-cute-guys.jpg)</div></div><br/><br/>****************************<br/>This headache is annoying. It wasn’t just the dull ache resting at the base of his skull. No, what started to get on his nerves was not knowing what caused it. Was it stress? Lack of sleep? Not enough caffeine?<br/><br/><strong>Quentin</strong>takes another pull of the Starbucks caramel latte he got to get him through the morning before placing it back onto the cold counter of the lab. Perched on a stool, he pulls out a slim laptop and pulls up the project he’s been working on for the past week.<br/><br/>He’s a couple minutes early, but he glances at the time, regardless.<br/><br/>His life revolved around time. Time was his master and he had to pay particular attention to it. In fact, he’ll have to leave class early to make his appointment. Hospitals were usually not his domain, but the soul scheduled for Passing belonged to a family he had followed for decades.<br/><br/>He was particularly fond of the Greene family and he wished to give each one a smooth transition.<br/><br/>Scratching the stubble at his jaw, his dark eyes glide to the door of the room. Any minute and his lab partner should be walking through.