It was one of those days. Work had been absolute hell. The students just weren't in the mood to learn. None of them. About a quarter of his students were now on weekend detention, and Chris hated having to fill out those forms to punish them. It was just more work that he didn't need to do. So then he got home, and his mother seemed to have half the family over. Cousins everywhere. Aunts speaking in voices that were not helping Chris' oncoming migraine. Uncles turning the baseball game on loud enough to rival a banshee's scream. Chris just couldn't take it.

Tossing all of his junk onto his bed, Chris orbed out, his head in his hands. Orbing to the top of Golden Gate Bridge, Chris sighed as all noise seemed to cease completely. He collapsed, lying against the cold steel, his bright green eyes closed. The coolness of the bridge eased the strain that was beginning to chip away at his back and shoulders. The breeze seemed to blow away all of his stress. Life seemed so far away up here. It wasn't for a whole minute till Chris realised that he wasn't alone.