It's weirdly unsettling to be back on solid ground—or maybe it just feels that way because Presley is kind of, sort of, maybe drunk, and was leaning on the shoulder of one of his roommates as they make their way back to Wildgulch. Tipsy or not, he'd very much like to crash into his own bed right now, but sees the other juniors automatically heading off to the same dorm.

"Aren't we getting too old to keep doing this?" asks Presley (seventeen years old for almost an entire month now).