Andrew had been thinking about it all day. Why am I destined to be the very being I am? Couldn't I just have been some other kid? I could have been any other. Why me? Well, I guess it's not that bad, I am only part of the legendary lineage, how cool is that? Pshh, yeah, was legendary. Now, the only famous thing we are known for is the positive reviews from our game Battle 1999 or something like that. In fact, didn't we hav-.

"Hey, is that a spider on your Funnel cake?" Hayden said seriously.

"Oh god, where!..!" screamed Andrew.

"It's on your face."

"Where!"

"Oh wait, I guess it was nothing, whoops."

"Hey, you got something on your face too!"

"Really? What is it then, oh noble Andrew?"

"Wait, never mind, it was just your face, my bad."

"Better looking than yours at least."

"Ugly!"

"Dimwit!"

"Complexated!"

"What!"

"You are both stupid..." Moriah said with her hand across her face.

Moriah, with a flat and unimpressed look, stared at Andrew solemnly, expecting him to give in and just finish his meal. Andrew, with the exact same unappealing look, stared back. "Oh, please. Don't do this again Andrew..."He saw the depths of what was her confidence, and below that, her doubt, then her fear, and below that, the interest of her being able to make long eye contact without break.

"..."

Underneath the emotions, he saw the part of her that was begging for his defeat, and her victory. Andrew then realized this was stupid, and stopped looking so deep, and simply asked Hayden:

"Hayden, is the glass half empty, or half full?"

"Half empty of course."

"I think half full." Andrew replied.

"What are you talking about? Look at this cup; it's just half of a glass!" Moriah rebutted.

She looked and pointed to her half drunken water, then realized.

"...So Andrew, tell me, what do you know of Transylvania?" Moriah said curiously.

"Stuff went down there."

"Really? Like what?"

Andrew, not seeing what Moriah was getting at, decided to play along, and tell her about Dracula's first defeat there, he retold of Julius, and every other Belmont he thought was important.

"...and thus, with the Vampire Killer, Simon destroyed Dracula."

"Wait, if every Belmont had the Vampire Killer now, where is it now?"

"Well, it's actually being held in the Belmont family treasury, why?"

"Just because it seems like the ultimate weapon of destruction, you know? I wondered if anyone would have tried to steal it, I imagine someone could destroy cities with it."

"They could, but too bad most of my ancestors could only swing it in a straight 90 degree angle in front of their face..."

"Huh, go figure."

"But yeah, the treasury is said to be in Transylvania, somewhere, I don't exactly remember where."

"How do you open the treasury? It must be heavily guarded, right?"

"From what I recall, a Belmont descendent must present himself and overcome some obstacle to open the door, to prove himself worthy."

"That's really cool, thanks for telling me that, Andrew, sorry if it seemed kind of annoying asking for that."

"Nah, not really a problem, so what else is going on today? The weather doesn't really open up a lot of possibilities..."

"Well, we were thinking of these places, like the Indigo empo-"

Andrew's subconscious began taking note of everything that was going on, mainly outside. The snow was falling slowly, people were walking around, mainly just heading for the nearest vacuum, but none stopped to look at the world. The areas that were left were just shallow representations of what the world used to be. Andrew had seen pictures of the past, from Trevor's time, and has had a certain affinity for the outside environment. The beauty of untouched landscapes, and the desolate surroundings was just marvelous. Andrew would always walk out the reservoirs left mainly for tourists to speculate, and see what life used to be like, but Andrew knew it wasn't as it looked. Cameras were placed around to insure the safety of the reservoir, trees were constantly treated with fertilizers, and even the "rivers" were just hydraulic basins to power the facility. Andrew knew that there weren't many places left on earth that haven't been teraformed into cities or mailing centers, and he resented it. Andrew wanted to, as he would say, journey back to 1792, to the Transylvania countryside of Romania. Andrew knew that the reason for his desires was because of his lineage. Belmont's were never meant to be in a sprawling city of technology, or feel unneeded. They were supposed to train across the countryside, traverse the landscape, and become familiar of the roads not taken.

"Andrew? Are you even paying attention?" Moriah said, waving her hand in front of his face.

"What? Oh.. wait... sorry, I was just thinking of something again."

"What the hell have you been thinking about this whole time? We're not going home right now, stop being awkward." Hayden said with disbelief.

"..."

"Anyways, we wanted to keep a secret, but we're going to take you to Europe, you know, look around the countryside a little." Moriah replied.

"Really? That sounds fun!"

"Well, your birthday is only once a year, let's get going now!"

"Shouldn't we grab a few things before we go?"

"We're only going to be there for a couple of days, but if it'll make you feel better, sure." Hayden said.

"You guys can go wait at the Vacuum hub, the one past Kingston road."

"Alright, we'll be waiting there, don't take long, it's already….. Three." Moriah said.

Andrew quickly ran back to the house. Moriah had told him he always walks in a funny manner, all stiff and linear-like. Andrew always heard comments on how he has these uncanny characteristics, but he knows when people are sincere, and when they're just gawking. Andrew only grabbed the essentials, his whip, his journals, and his comfiest sleeping bag. Andrew noted something odd on his way out, the neighborhood dog came up to him. This wasn't unexpected, as he was a friendly dog, but this time, something was wrong. The dog was barking with a piercing howl, and Andrew had to clamp his ears. The dog then tried to bite Andrew's chest. Andrew quickly side-stepped this, and quickly locked himself in the house. Andrew could still hear its howl, and wondered what was wrong with it.

"Come on doggy, I have to go, leave me be!"

Soon, the howl stopped, and Andrew looked through the peephole, and saw the dog had returned to normal, and whined in sorrow. Andrew cautiously went out the back way, just to be careful, and went an alternate route, avoiding all confrontation. Andrew had wondered what made the dog so distressed. He couldn't think of an explanation. Andrew shrugged off what had happened, but he didn't forget it. By the time Andrew had reached the Vacuum station, Moriah and Hayden were playing a good game of Un.

"Well, look whose back! Did you make a few phone calls to Pheeby, Jeff, and Herald?" Hayden sneered.

"Who are you talking about?" Andrew said, confused.

"Oh wait, those are the friends I thought you had, but then I remembered, you don't have friends, whoops!"

"Cool, anyways, I have my things; I also brought a little money just in case we want something to eat over there."

"So we're ready? The next Vacuum leaves in 5 minutes, so let's go!" Moriah said, impatiently.

Andrew and his friends got onto the Vacuum, and right before Andrew boarded, he couldn't help but feel that he wouldn't be returning for a while. Déjà vu, maybe, but Andrew soon disregarded it. He got to see the European countryside!