*bump*; *bump*;*bump* a constant rhythmic sound coming from Matt's room. As always, lying in his bed, waiting for god knows what, Matt was throwing his tennis ball against the wall, catching it after the bounce and throwing it again. Being here for less than two weeks, Matt didn't know much to do and was so happy that he at least had his tennis ball. No one told him what to expect when he was taken to this place. It wasn't like he was forced to come here, at least that's what he was told, but being a simple teenager from Texas without much knowledge of what is going on around the world and how many heroes and villains with superpowers are there, he was not sure what else to do than join. In these two weeks he met everyone that were living in the tower but being shy he didn't had much conversations with anyone and spent most of the time in his room bouncing his tennis ball. Today was nothing different, except that awful stink that was intruding itself in every corner of the tower. [b]"Gosh, that smell, the dirtiest drunk in Texas do not smell this bad"[/b] he commented when the disturbing aroma reached Matt's room [b]What is that?[/b] *bump* Matt caught his tennis ball, jumped up from the bed and went outside his room to look for the source of this terrible smell.