Max looks pained. "I don't think we need to rush decisions like that," he says. "Everyone thinks that they want the truth, but often they're happier with just, you know, a bit of it."
"Ignorance is bliss, you mean?"
"Something like that," Max agrees. "Although I guess it's more along the lines of 'ignorance is us not having to lick the gym floor clean with our tongues.'"
It's not long before you reach the gym, and at the large double doors, Max hesitates, looking at you.
"Have you been in here before?" he asks.
You nod.
"Good," Max says. "It's always a bit weird, having to explain this to people."
"Even after everything that's happened today?" you ask.
Max nods. "Fair point." He shoves open the doors, striding through into the bizarrely gigantic gym, and you follow him.
However inexplicable the gym's size, one thing is plainly clear. Your fellow students are not here.
"Ah well," Max says. "Maybe the others will have found them." He gives one more disappointed glance around the large space. "We may as well get the gear."
The werewolf moves over to a vaulting horse, much larger and steeper than the ones your old school used to stock, tipping it back without any discernible effort and snatching something from underneath it.
"What's that?" you say, pointing at the object.
Max grins, then he tosses what he's retrieved over to you. You manage to catch it, looking down at the plastic bag in your hand, stuffed to the brim with brightly colored…