"Right," he nodded. "Right! The emergency plans..." he ran through it in his head, trying to picture what the emergency routine was. "We're to meet on the Green if there's a fire and we're to meet in King's Hall if something on the grounds happens," he remembered finally.
"We should move some of these people," he looked over to where an elderly couple hobbled along and silently thanked whatever gods that would listen that his grandparents had stayed home for this year's parent's weekend. He rushed over and offered his arm to the woman. "Let me help," he said to her.