Hopped a fence and caught a train to "Brick Town".  Someone put the glass of champagne back on the server's tray.

  "Hopped a train?" One gentleman asked. 

  "Caught a train?"  Another gentleman asked. 

  It's making too much noise, a lady was clearly trying to wiggle out of the fancywear by crossing the room.  An academic woman was close on heel.  "It has to do with postulates!" She said loudly of the prospective research.  "Great; I'll let the nerds know."  

  "It's Bean Town, not brick town."  

  "Is there a vending machine somewhere?" 

  "I wouldn't know." 

  "Thirsty?" 

  One blocked the other's raise and snap of a finger.  "Why are you here little one?" 

  "Okay, we're ready," the server with the champagne told his watch.  "Oh Lord," a male Academic in a graduation robe said out loud to no one in particular.  "Try and keep up," one young person said to everyone tossed a stick with digital camera on it.

  People crammed the stairwells.  "I'd rahtha be home watching my wife do jijitsu." Said a Professor, honestly.  

 

  Outside long lean legs in dress slacks crossed in front of the chained closed doors to the halls of Academia.  "It's a bottleneck Chief," a student said to two professors getting to the front of the line at the same time.  "I am not a chief, except to my wife, who is not here," one looked around over the tops of many heads.  "I am," said the other.  "Here from Oklahoma." He stuck out his hand for a handshake.

  Statistics, a young man blurted about who from which Department.  Someone waved him forward.  "What is the likelihood of us getting out this way?" The taller professor asked.  The young man pulled a precision measuring tool from his shirt pocket.  "I'll measure the chain."  

  A black lady's hand reached through the knot of body and snatched the tool.  "Can't have those now," she dropped it in her briefcase/purse.  The young man took off to more descending staircase.

  "Was that a statement of truth?" The professor from Oklahoma asked.  "No." Replied the woman.  "I just wanted it." She shrugged.  Then pulled Lock Down Drill manuals from her bag.  "It doesn't say what to do if they don't know what's real from," she fell silent and held up her hands.

  People dramatically breathed outside air once truly outside on a different sidewalk.  Some were hot and sweaty and seemed a bit panick'd.  

  "We're on the move Helen," a professor told his watch.  On both sides of the street people were single-filing close to the buildings.  Shop doors were open and closed.  One sign said NO STOPPING in a neon SAFETY color.

  Plucked from the streaming foot traffic.  Shown a monitor.  The stream of people moving somewhere.  A woman in a skirt suit oooooooo body slam, that's not good.  Typing on a computer keyboard.  The question, "Justification?" Within seconds a mostly dark gray screen got neon green words saying, "Someone shouting make way for the drones make way for the drones."