Michael cracked his neck, and sat down beside Trystan. The blade carrying speedster, if the files were right. He took out a notebook and started doodling another comic of a moustache-endowed man, a man in a flatcap, and a man in a lab coat and goggles, going through another escapade of the scientist's experiments, this time something to do with, strangely enough, a sentient ball of<i>ear wax</i>, of all things. But in reality, he was just waiting for the lesson to start. He liked biology, but this teacher, Dr. Goldstein... He was familiar, but he didn't know where from. And that disturbed him. He looked over at Trystan, who scribbled something in the large book that he had. Thinking now, he and Trystan had never formally met.<br/><br/>Michael looked up when Goldstein picked Trystan to introduce himself, paying attention now.