[centre][color=00aeef][h1][i][b]Arthur Seymour[/b][/i][/h1][/color][/centre]

[color=Gray]It hadn't been an easy night.

After the call cutting out just as his mother was about to tell him something, Arthur had felt the fear he had been suppressing all along rising within him.  Something [i]was not[/i] right in the facility.  He was sure of it now.  For all their talk of helping them, the luxury of the equipment and leisure available to them, there was something underlying all of this that put him on edge; it had his instincts crying out for him to look for escape.

Yet, logically, he could see nothing wrong with the place.  All the reasoning they had been given was solid and events up until then had aligned with the tale they had been told by the staff.  The precautions put in place were all to be expected and there were multiple reasons Arthur could come up with for why his call had been cut short, chief among them being that something had happened to his father and the staff didn't want anything to make him emotionally unstable.  That made sense to him, as their powers were an unknown quantity and he suspected there would be some kind of emotional link to their activation.  Plus, as had been made perfectly clear, his power was one that was, by its nature, a grave threat to the others in the facility if it got out of hand.

He had barely spoken to anyone after the call, making himself some dinner quickly and grabbing a cup of tea, all the while trying not to look shaken by what had occurred during the call.  Reluctant to go out and interact with the others that morning, he had stayed in bed longer than he normally would but it was still early, well before their mandatory eight o'clock wake up time.  Eventually, admonishing himself to staying in bed with his thoughts for so long, he shoved the covers off and padded barefoot into the bathroom to take a quick shower.

[color=00aeef][i]I'll go for a swim.  Hopefully no one else is up this early.[/i][/color]

Brightening a little at the thought of spending time just swimming lengths, a calming activity if there ever was one, Arthur grabbed some swimming trunks from a cupboard and then headed to the pool.  This time, with no one else around and no strange happenings occurring, he was able to look a little more closely and find some changing rooms where showers and towels had been provided.  There were the usual signs about having a shower before and after getting in the pool but, as he had already showered, he ignored them and changed into the trunks before going back out to the pool and diving in.

He glanced at his watch before he began.  06:30. Plenty of time before the others would be up, if the previous day had been any sign.  Kicking off the edge of the pool he began to pull himself forwards, stroke after stroke, enjoying the feeling of strength he had from exercising his muscles and focusing on nothing but the swim, his mind clearing of all the thoughts that had been haunting his dreams that night.  When the time came he could sort them out, this time with an organised and calm mind.

[color=00aeef][i]If nothing else, I need to seem calm to the others.[/i][/color][/color]