"Aaa... Aaa..."

The sound of loud panting could be heard as, on the horizon, a familiar young man in his trademark brown coat - despite the fact they were in the middle of a desert in Nevada. Wes was surprisingly fast, all things considered. 'Practice makes perfect' might be the applicable phrase in this situation. All he had to do was ascend the staircase and get in the school to gent his umpteenth tardy for attendance. "Ah, there you are L- AHHH!"

The poor sod fell down the stairs. How unfortunate. After a few moments, he was back up to the top, shoes in hand. Both of them were completely untied. "So, let's get to class!" Wes chirped