Dante nodded. "I thought so. He mentioned needing to talk to her." The elder boy perched on one of the desks. "So, I'd ask if you're enjoying yourself, but it's hard to enjoy being trapped in an giant underground hole with a fake sun where your every move is monitored by the government and your natural abilities are suppressed. So. Are you hating life here yet, or still adjusting?" He asked cynically. "Personally, I'm ready to get out of here. Four years is a long time away for the sun, my friend." Dante said.<br/><br/>"Any idea how long the Doctor might be?"