Dan stood up and got ready to leave he slung his black leather jacket over his shoulder in one swift almost graceful movement, bent over to check that he had in fact switched everything off, then finally switching the light out before he left, making sure that the door was securely shut behind himself.

Hurriedly he made his way down the three flights of concrete stairs to the ground floor and across the close in walkway to the exit. 

He pushed his shoulder against the heavy metal gazed door until it finally creaked open and then closed again behind him as he stepped out into the cold night air. 

He made his way across the lawn and into the courtyard of the huge curved halls of residence where he and the other members of the elite lived.

Again he made his way up the seemingly endless flights of stairs lit only by the light on the moon shinning brightly outside the windows and along the corridor to his and Chase's room.

He paused briefly as he fumbled in the darkness as he tried to insert his key into the lock before he pushed the door opened and groped his way into the room, he could see a dim light coming from underneath the bathroom door and assumed that Chase must be taking a hurried shower before the hot water was switched off for the night. 

Dan threw his jacket over the back of a chair and stretched out on one of the two beds lying with his hands behind his head and booted feet dangling over the edge as he silently waited for his friend to emerge from the bathroom.

His mind was completely devoid of all thought as he stared up in the darkness at the ceiling, he'd learnt that it was easier not to think about the past, the why's, wherefores and what ifs of what might have been if he hadn't come here, if the virus and the pulse had never happened. 

It was better to live in the present the here and now.