And all without the help of your little pet, assuming he doesn't show up between now and then. I'll be looking forward to your results. [At some point during his strolling along, he turns abruptly and starts in the opposite direction. He's designated his patrol zone and this is where it ends. Time to head back, still as casual as you please.]

Weston College, you say? Hmmm. [That's a little beyond his reality, but it makes him think. The plant he had booted before gets another boot. He pauses to consider it, swipes it dead, reseats his scythe and continues.] High class place, that. Is your private schooling no longer to your liking? [He honestly doesn't care, but he doesn't remember this. Interesting.]