Curfews suck. Martial law was worse, but fortunately the town hadn't devolved to that state.

Either way, Meteor was hurrying back at the end of the day, a stack of books in his arms. He had gone to protest loudly at the suspicion of his friends at the station but on the way in, he noticed Lydia. "Lydia!" He called out with a relieved smile. "I thought you were still around."

It could be said that Meteor was out of his armor this time, and he was dressed casually with surprisingly Earth-modern clothing from Fairy Drop, and he was wearing glasses since he needed them for reading.