A loud know came on the outside of Sebastian’s room and a small boy jumped outside on the spot excitedly. “Seb!” He called excitedly as he knocked loudly again. He felt a little bad, because it was seven in the morning and he knew the boy had a tendency to stay up late at night. “Seb! Seb! Wake up! You gotta come check it out! Someone froze the lecture hall! Wake uppp!” He looked around and sighed impatiently. Caleb was not the most patient person in the world, but for a boy of 13 that was not uncommon.

He leant against the door and waited for the older boy to answer. Caleb had taken quite a shine to Sebastian when he had arrived at the institute, primarily because he was from Italy, and had looked up to how Sebastian had been able to overcome cultural and lingual diversity when he’d come here. He was a technopath, he could understand and communicate with technology. He’d been brought here after being picked up as ‘gifted’ when he’d been arrested after emptying an ATM, though they had been unsure at first how to charge him. Luckily the institute had gotten him out of trouble on the promise that he wouldn’t pull things like that anymore.