It was Monday morning, and the weekend had passed smoothly. Hecate had settled in, taking charge of watching the kids. Diana and Chase stepped out of their dorm room, though it was now more of a facade. Chase had linked the real home's front door to the dorm through a portal.
The morning sun bathed the campus in a golden glow as the pair walked leisurely. Diana was in an unusually good mood, chatting endlessly. Chase listened—or at least pretended to, catching every third word while offering occasional nods and hums. People cast glances at them, noticing Chase's true appearance for the first time. He no longer hid behind an illusion, though his hoodie and sweatpants still helped him maintain some anonymity.