One week before Reed's Experiment with N-space

"Holy shit," Ben thinks to himself as he dries his face in the bathroom. He can feel the base of the music from the party downstairs, a typical last fling before folks fly away for home or other parts during Spring Break. He catches his eye and can't help but smile at himself. First string draft pick for the New York Giants...it's like a dream. And if that's weren't enough, eligible for the Wakanda Scholarship for study abroad. One full year paid for any foreign university he could get himself into. But which to chose? Tough choice but what choices. If his future were any brighter he'd need shades.

It's then that his cell phone vibrates and he flips it open to find a message from Reed: "Live test, March 4th@12:00, 115.49'00"W 37.14'00"N. Hope you can make it."

"Well I'll be, he really did it," Ben thinks to himself. "Maybe I should go on a trip to figure out my future and visit Reed and see his grand experiment like I promised. Yeah, a road trip is just the thing."

His thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the door and a woman's voice calling, "Ben? You gonna be much longer? There setting up some jello shots down stairs again."

He looks at his watch (it's been an hour since his last drink) before answering. "I'm coming!" and with that he adjusts his toga before opening the door.