I stared up at the huge building, scared.
"Tan?"
"Yep?"
"How the hell did we end up here?"
"Lots of hard work, Trey."
"Could you stop calling me that?"
She looked hurt.
"Why? I've called you Trey since we were little kids."
"I-it just seems sorta c-childish now."
"Alright, Reg."
"Where's the dorm?"
"Over there." She pointed to a small building. As soon as we reached it, I double taked.
"Erm...Is it just me, or did everything turn maroon?"
"Welcome to Daystrom, Reg. Get used to maroon and gold."
"I don't w-want to be here..."
"Shut up. Yes you do."
"We're both fourteen, [keeping it canon] Tan, I don't think I wanna."
"Close your mouth, Euro-boy, let's go."


Arg. Be gettin' lazy.
Memory Alpha states that Reg Barclay entered DRI at 14, got one degree at 18, another at 22, and was shipped off to Starfleet. Laaaaame. Oh, well.