Jack and Moptop walked on their old campus. The landscape was mostly flat and brown, dotted by trees and unfamiliar buildings. Ahead, a particularly gnarled arboroid sat rooted, it's twisted limbs obstructing the view of a nearby brick construction. A short ways downhill on the left sat a small, dirty pond.
"You know," remarked Jack thoughtfully to Moptop, "this place feels much smaller than I remember."
"I can still feel that hateful demon," replied Moptop.
