It's the anniversary. Glam would very much not like to celebrate.
It’s their last day on Winslow High—they’re being transferred to Arcadia on Monday—and also their last day without a patrol schedule assigned.
And the PRT released a small announcement on its website about Glam joining the Wards. Now their wiki page doesn’t get erased, of course—they’re no longer speculative. They wonder what it’s got on them.
amazing.
They whoop and whee, and follow, follow, follow. The platforms appearing in front of Boots before he can step on them are already part of the background, regular expectation, Glam doesn't even have to concentrate on them. They just appear.
Eventually Glam judges they're far enough from Brockton Bay that they can start turning the platforms back to land. Running on the ocean is fun and all but some variety in scenery is cool, too.
Now they're heading towards Plum Island. Glam figures running parallel Refuge Road before getting back to sea towards Crane Beach sounds like a good plan.
Since most of the coast between Massachusetts and New Hampshire is in fact somewhat inhabited, they remain mostly clear of that coast as they make their way back. At the end of the trip they go through Odiorne Point State Park, which Boots might recognise and hopefully might cause him to start slowing down as they approach Brockton Bay again.
Glam makes large 'Slow Down' messages start appearing on the ground. If they're large enough that you can read them from a distance they don't go poof, so they're there for long enough that Boots might notice them, probably.
They curve back into the bay, and the PHQ is visible soon enough. Glam flies down closer to the platforms and Boots.
"All the way down to Massachusetts, almost to Rockport. That's about halfway to Boston."
"Yeah, I didn't have the trip very well mapped in my head, we could probably have gone even farther if I knew some more about where we'd be less likely to be seen."
A sparrow lands on Glam's shoulder. "I had to turn Ki into a peregrine falcon 'cause seagull wouldn't cut it, and she didn't see anyone either."
They're kinda wondering what Lorica would have to say about this. Boots, of all people.
...why are they wondering what Lorica would think. Gods, they got it bad, don't they?
"Wanna do that again sometime? Maybe with a map and more of a schedule or something."
And if he doesn't, he'll say, right? Maybe?
They return to their room, turn on their laptop, and email Lorica: "I may be kinda becoming Boots' friend."
Because to hell with it.