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25 June 2016 @ 04:34 pm
III: Return home  
For all Harry knew, there were a bunch of huge, angry men in that room. Or warthogs. He backed up, and worked his way up the stairs and out the side door as quietly as he could.

Out in the parking lot, he ran toward the roadway where he'd gotten off the bus earlier. He wondered about calling the police, though they'd be able to identify him from his cell phone and he'd have to explain what he was doing trespassing in the building after hours.

The bus came soon afterward, and he got on.

"Hey, Harry, what're you doing here?"

It was Steve, a friend from Harry's college years. "Hey, how's it going?"

Harry sat down next to Steve, and the two of them got to talking. They stopped off between buses to get a beer, and Harry completely forgot about the Quest and the noises from the locker room.

(Some hero! Maybe he should try again?)