We arrived in Glasgow just as most of the shops and cafes were opening for business.  Since we had just had breakfast, though, we didn't join the morning crowd.  Instead, we walked down the streets and past a bunch of little shops.  We were headed to a little park we had discovered on our last trip here and even though it was nearly an hour away on foot, we still wanted to walk there.  It was nice looking at all the little businesses and I enjoyed the walk. 

"Wanda?"  Vision asked, looking down at me.  I glanced up at him in reply and he looked back up.  "Have you ever thought about college?  I know it is a common thing, but I have never heard you talk about it."  I just smiled and looked at the ground briefly. 

"I have,"  I admitted.  We turned the corner and continued down the street towards the park.  "I have wondered what it would be like, but I do not really wish to go."  Vision looked confused so I explained.  "I was never the best at school and even if I wanted to go, most colleges would not accept me anymore.  I could never apply without being turned over to Ross,"  I said.  The thought of being returned to the Raft sent a chill through me and I pulled myself closer to Vision.  He noticed and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. 

"Perhaps college is not suited for everyone,"  Vision said.  I nodded, wrapping my arm around his waist.  The rest of our walk was filled with outward silence and telepathic speaking.  I wasn't sure who all could be listening to us, but I also enjoyed Vision's constant presence in my mind when we spoke telepathically. 

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We should have expected it to rain, but we hadn't.  Thankfully, it waited until early afternoon to begin sprinkling, but it wasn't long before the sprinkling became a shower and continued for long enough Vision and I decided to go inside.  We had tried waiting it out in the park, hiding under a tree to try and stay dry, but the tree wasn't much help.  We were both soaked as we stepped into a nearby cafe to warm up. 

"Would you like something, Vizh?"  I asked, tossing my soaked hair in a bun.  Vision didn't reply verbally, but he did speak to me in my mind. 

A green tea would be nice,  he said.  I smiled and nodded, walking up to the register and ordering two green teas then returning to Vision who had happily claimed a table in the back corner of the cafe.  We always sat in the back, avoiding areas people would be likely to look and recognize us on the off chance they did. 

I slid onto the booth beside Vision.  He had the wonderful ability to become a heater when necessary and as soon as I had tucked up beside him, he began to heat up.  I smiled as I laid against him, tucking my feet up under me and laying my head on his shoulder.  Vision had found a book on the small bookshelf and had opened it right up, more than happy to fill his time with reading while I watched the rain pound outside. 

We stayed in the cafe for a couple hours.  Vision finished his book within the first hour and a half and I had been surprised to discover I had fallen asleep.  Vision heated up my tea that had gone cold during my nap and I happily finished it. 

"Should we return home?"  Vision asked.  I glanced at the clock hanging on the wall and nodded.  It was nearly 4 in the afternoon and if we were to walk back to the train station, we would get home around 6. 

"Maybe we should take a taxi,"  I suggested, looking outside where it was still raining.  It wasn't nearly as hard as it had been earlier, but I didn't feel like walking for an hour in the rain. 

Vision agreed so we cleaned up our table and walked out of the cafe.  A few people had entered the cafe since we had, but only one person remained when we left.  As we walked out the door, I noticed the man stand and walk out as well.  Vision and I stood under the eaves, out of the rain and waiting for a taxi.  The man from inside did the same.  I resisted the urge to peer into his mind to see if he was following us, but did not.  I was just paranoid. 

Vision and I waved at a taxi as it appeared.  It pulled beside the curb and we climbed in, telling the driver to take us to the train station we had come from.  It was only a fifteen minute drive and soon we were back at the station.  Vision paid the driver then we hurried inside to buy our return tickets.  Fortunately, we were in time for the next train and it would be arriving in about three minutes.  If we had missed it, it would have been another two hours or so. 

We loaded the train when it arrived, claiming seats towards the back of the car.  Not many people were on board, but that didn't bother us.  We prefered an empty car to a full one. 

I was thinking of making fried cheese sandwiches,  Vision told me telepathically.  I smiled.  He could never get the name right no matter how often I had corrected him. 

Grilled cheese,  I corrected.  He grinned slightly, but I knew he knew I was kidding.  That sounds wonderful. Vision seemed satisfied with my answer as he smiled and looked out the train car window.