Ethan got into the car, buckling himself up and pulling the hood over his head. He didn't need passerby's to see his face. He just sat there in the same position he had been as when they had been driving to the doctors, now he was going to do that same thing on the way back. He wasn't mad at Elizabeth, he was just frustrated that people wanted to try and change him, and he didn't want change, he just wanted answers. Eventually though, he had fallen asleep on the ride back to the University, you could tell because of his light but gentle breathing. He wondered what they would do with that blood sample, what would they get back as far as percentage? For him, it was starting to feel like 50-50, and if that was the case, what would happen from there? He didn't even want to think of that, that people would find out what he is, take him away. Like he was an alien not of this planet. It's what it felt like anyways.