Terry felt breathless, so sat on one of the many chairs in the room. He wanted to talk to Reid, to tell him something, but he couldn't find his voice. He hadn't really said anything for 3 years, meaning the most words he had spoken since then had been in the art teacher's office. He wondered if Reid had realised this.

"Th-Thank you," he stammered, peering up at the pink-haired man. Somehow, maybe it was a good thing that he was found. At least now Brycen and his gang would be expelled from the school. Many other students would be pleased as well. He smiled weakly and stood back up, his stomach grumbling. Maybe he wasn't too late for dinner... He looked over to the clock which hung on the wall. Yes, he had 10 minutes before those on dinner duty would clean up the food and wash the dishes.

He started towards the door, wincing slightly at the pain in his side.