Tolkien let out a small breath of relief, he slightly adjusted the gym bag over his shoulder. "Thank God, I thought they'd keep me there longer," he thought. He was walking home from basketball practice along the almost completely quiet evening street. His steps were calm and confident. Finally, he can rest after an interesting, but tiring day. There weren't many people around, just a few students and adults walking and going inside their houses, most have already returned from their working day and are home. The time was currently 5:26 p.m. and it was already getting a bit dark and snowing, but that's how South Park is.