Dean found himself walking through the Quad in almost a daze, bumping into people left and right. All the traffic that was zipping around him couldn't sway his mind from it's current course. That afternoon, Dean had been to a little five and dime store, run by a old woman who was very sweet. She had so many wrinkles that it was had to tell where her lips were, but her voice had been soft and understanding. As soon as Dean had entered the store, the woman had walked up to him and said,
"I know what you are looking for."
