Finn had made this walk a thousand times before in his life. It was funny how his feet carried him through the campus so easily when he hadn’t set foot here in years. Of course, this time he wasn’t headed to his quarters, Elsa’s quarters, nor his hangar, nor the Aeronautics Research Center.

Automatically, without thinking, he dropped his cashed cigarette to the ground before he reached the main gates. There were some instincts he could not quell, and respect for this place was one of them.  Continue reading →