Lancelot walked up to his dorm. He stared at the door. "Dorm 70..." 70 was always a precious number to Lancelot for that's the number of minutes it took him to escape the lab where a well-armed average person would take at least 5 hours. Lancelot unlocked the door and stepped inside. He placed his suitcase down on his bed and looked out his window. He saw a lake in the distance and his eyes gleamed. Lancelot gripped the rapier at his side tightly as he walked down the steps to find the lake.