It had grown dark by the time Terry packed up his books. The dinner bell had rung and he was quite surprised at how long he had been studying outside. He was shivering slightly from the cold, and hoped he hadn't gotten ill. He got to his room without any problems along the way, most students seemed to be eying him, or whispering as he walked past. Some called out his name, but when he looked to them, they shied away.

Soon he was sitting in the cafeteria, eating mashed potato and watching everyone else. He liked to watch people, to imagine himself among them, normal. Though, he could never be normal, he had no idea where to start. He saw Grinner sitting with his friends a few tables away. The boy caught Terry's eye and looked awkward before turning away. Maybe Terry had just imagined it.

He looked over to the teacher's table, and found it strange that he couldn't see Reid there. Maybe he was busy in his office with someone. He looked back to his plate of food and began to eat again.