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[center][h2][color=f7941d]Dr. Arthur Steiner[/color][/h2][/center]

[color=f7941d]"Get out of the way! What the Hell is going on out here?"[/color] It seemed that there could be no peace for Arthur these days. Ever since he had returned from his annual Christmas celebrations at his beloved hunting lodge down towards Boston, he had been bothered by new, excited students or the old, grey professors. [i]Rascals, always talking about some new discovery within the sciences of gravity or whatever in the name of God they called it these days. And then these bald moles who do nothing but dig their noses down in books. I don't care! I'm a professor of religious history and Latin, not physics![/i]

His internal ranting came to a quick standstill once he breached the sea of people outside, and saw him. [color=f7941d]"In the name of Zeus...Howard..."[/color]

The man, or rather the remains of what once had been a man lay in front of him. Around him stood one of Arthur's students in his lingvistics-classes, Günther, German. With him sat another student, he didn't recognize him, and Professor Jeremiah Dupree of anthropology. They all looked taken back by the situation, although all in their respective ways. Arthur stood there speechless for a few seconds, taking it all it, when he heard someone ask [b]Where did the other man go?[/b] Arthur looked in the direction the question came from, a puzzled look on his face as he turned back to Günther and Dupree. [color=f7941d]"There were two? What is going on, did Dr. Atkins jump from the Monument? Would some kindly explain to me, what the Hell is going on here?"[/color]
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[color=0072bc]''Two? Two what, Mr Steiner?''[/color] Emil asked pronouncing the professor's name with an initial SH instead of S, and looked at him, puzzled, feeling he couldn't have met the man he started to admire in a worse situation than that one. Just arrived, and already bonding with his teachers above the remains of their colleague, the suicide victim. He already had enough material to write home about, and things would most definitely go crazier. [color=0072bc]''I don't know. I opened the window and saw him all... all dead. Right there.''[/color] he said and pointed at Dr. Atkins's body.  [color=0072bc]''There was no other man. Only him. He must have jumped.''[/color] The snowfall became wilder, snowflakes swirling around the tower whence the body fell. 

Emil's roommate nodded in agreement. [color=fff200]''Sean O'Reilly, sir. Medicine. Emil's new roommate. It is true, there was no other one. Poor bast-- Pardon me,''[/color] he says and breaks eye contact.

Emil looked up at the tower. [i][color=39b54a]Syringe. Piercing the clouds. Wrinkled grey matter of the atmosphere. Ymir's brain.[/color][/i] Its shadow fell over him. He felt numberless goosebumps rising on his neck, under the collar, and down his flanks. He zipped up his jacket, placed his hands in the pockets, thinking it was the cold that stung him, and swallowing the little saliva he had on his drying tongue, asked: [color=0072bc]''What should we do? Someone should contact the police and the hospital.''[/color]