Remington was fully intent on waking up early that day, ready to start his new training regime. Unfortunately, a bad night's sleep did nothing to help his plans. When he finally dragged himself out of bed, it was 10am, and he doggedly started jogging in the field. No one was around, most of the live-ins sleeping in on the first day of their holidays. It was calm, and peaceful, something that he enjoyed compared to the hustle of everyday school.
He had just finished his first warm up jog when his phone rang. Hearing Sam's voice, he grinned, and started towards the gate, "I'm already outside. Do I really have to raise my hands?"