It was just as well that he left anyway. Jay still had to figure out how he had woken up in Agatha Pierce's room. Yes, he now recognized who Agatha was and where her apartment was located. It was the Spiked Pit. He should know that, as he frequented the club many times. He paused, as he walked down the hall. It was strange. He knew that he had gone there many times, as he could clearly picture in his head the layout of the club, but he couldn't remember specific times when he had gone there, and with whom. The mystery of where he had been and who Agatha was was now solved, but he still didn't know what had prompted him to wear her clothing. Was he secretively a crossdresser, even to himself? He wasn't sure. He definitely had an interest in gothic things, and now that he thought about it, wearing that dress did feel nice ... but no, he couldn't imagine dressing like a woman. He wasn't like that. (At least yet.)
Exiting the school, Jay felt strange again, like he wasn't allowed to leave, for some reason. But there was no reason to feel that way. After all, he wasn't a student here. He had graduated years ago ... right?
"Fucking bitch," a man muttered nearby.
Jay turned and saw Simon, brooding, as he leaned against a wall, arms crossed. He remembered seeing him in the school office. But Jay remembered him looking older and more professional. The way he looked now, he couldn't be older than 30 and had more of a gothic look about him than Jay remembered. Not that he was complaining, though. Overall, he seemed quite similar to Jay himself. Normally, he'd stay away from trouble, but something about Simon pushed him to help out. For some reason, he considered Simon to be a kindred spirit, of sorts.
