Isaac, who had just changed into his training outfit, was sitting on the bed, making a few large spheres of iron orbit around each other above his hand, waiting for Hayley to finish in the bathroom. Hearing his girlfriend, he smiles and stands up, merging the two spheres into one before turning that into what looked like an iron bracer, as if it belonged to a suit of armor. "That's true," he says, opening the door and following Hayley out. A few moments later, they arrive in the open space of the training room, where Sean awaited them, arms crossed in front of him and feet shoulder-width apart, dressed in a black training gi, the black belt around his waist all but invisible. "Well," he says, "glad you two decided to make it. Where you too busy making out or something, because I figured you'd have shown up immediately."