The next day, Will had shined his dress blues, making sure everything was spic-and-span. He tidied his room, making sure everything was in order, and locked the door on his way out.
He walked past the gate of Xaviers, down the hill, and along London Road, out past the highway and the cemetery, and out into the countryside itself, stepping to the side to allow passing cars down the gradually narrowing lane, until it was little more than a footpath.
After about an hour of walking, he came across a fairly run-down old brick building, falling apart somewhat with age. It was here that he finally stopped, taking a deep, unnecessary breath before opening the door.