Eager with anticipation but feeling those all to familiar butterflies, butterflies which it seemed had been drinking all night and were simiultaneously fluttering while throwing up. Alexander stood patientally waiting for his turn to breach the wall and board the train.

Lost in thought he pondered of future friendships, past passings and his pocket full of presents. His father had packed his left coat pocket with "presents" before he left that morning. His father's definition of presents was loose at the best of times and so the shoddily wrapped package most likely consisted of stale something or other. Alex gave the "presents" only half a thought before throwing it away.

His attention turning to happier thoughts Alex looked around him at all the other people saying goodbye to their families. It warmed his heart that even though his own parents were not there to see him off, love was the prevailling theme of the afternoon.

With a quirky smile, subttle but uplifting. Alex nodded towards Aries (his owl) and started off with haste. Within the blink of an eye he was gone, off to begin another year of the unknown. And oh how he loved the unknown.