*Ike hums faintly, gently nodding his head to the beat of the music blaring in his headphones. Familiar faces pass by - an economics classmate here, some guy from the party there - and each one greets him with wide grins and enthusiastic high fives.* *Soon, he manages to push through the bustling halls and chattering students, before spying an all too familiar figure in the distance. That casual gait, the worn key chain on a faded white backpack from all those years ago...* *Ike grins wide, tu...