When he first caught sight of the flames in the distance, and listened to all the commotion--the sirens, and such-- around the place, the feeling of dread felt worse. It was as if he was already carrying a lead weight, and someone threw two more onto him. They ahd been in the school at the Mistlands; but at what point during their travels did they go from the 'human world', as he thought of it, to the 'mist world'? And did any of the things they do inside the school have an effect on the 'human world'?
He didn't know, and not having answers was frightening. He briefly thought of texting or calling Rob; then he thought, it'd be better not to. He felt as if somehow, this would end up being blamed on them. He had no real good reason to think that; it sounded like the plot from a book or a video game. He knew that. And yet, it also made a strange sort of sense to him, because he very much feels like he's in a book, or a video game. It made sense, even though he felt like it shouldn't.
Confusion and indecision, and fear, and so many other things passed through his head. He would take out one of the granola bars he had brought with him, and munch on it as he continued to walk; away from the school. Now, he was heading off in the direction of the town library. And yet, still, he just conducts himself casually. He was under an immense amount of stress right now, but hiding it behind a mask of calmness was second nature.
And still, he would be doing his best to just stick to the more obscure streets. Keeping as out of sight as possible, without being suspiciously sneaky, seemed like a good strategy.