Jake had been searching for a place to escape to for some time. Everywhere he went he felt trapped, and even though he was on his way to Truebridge's office he knew that no matter where he went it would be the same.

Nevertheless, he wanted somewhere quiet and alone. He wore sunglasses but over the top of his usual glasses, being to lazy to put his contacts in.

Instead of knocking on Truebridge's door, however, Jake found that another door caught his eye, and why not? It was the usual classroom... and maybe it was empty. Jake pushed on the wood and turned the handle, to find the familiar class just as it was in the last lesson. He smiled and entered; if it was open, there was no problem with him entering, right?

Immediately, Jake took off his sunglasses and went straight for the bookshelf he knew was at the back. The young man WANTED to look at one of these, since he sooooooo trusted Truebridge's literature choice... but he already had a book with him. Jake made sure the classroom door was shut before going up to sit at Truebridge's desk.

Sitting at the desk with a perfect view of the room and the door, Jake smiled to himself. It wasn't perfect, it wasn't home... but it would do. The boy cracked open his book. It was on the scariest subject known to him... People.