"Where's Evan?"  Jasper asked Liam.  Like usual, there was no straining in his voice, and no catching his breath even though he had just been running.   This, compiled with the fact that Jasper's appearance was naturally more mature and settled than Liam's, stirred the normal feelings of jealousy and competition inside him.  He could remember, just slightly, the week after Jasper had been discovered on the beach.  Liam himself was only six years old at the time, but some mental images came very easily from that time.  He could remember Mr. Samson, and the group of curious bug-eyed children waiting to meet their new friend at the school.  Even ten years ago, Liam could sense something was off, and it took a lot of effort for him to keep his curiosity to himself.<br/><br/>"That's a very good question," the younger kid responded, leaning his head up to get a better look at Jasper.   Liam was about to say something about his unruliness, but just assumed that his friend slept in yet again.  Evan, on the other hand, was more complicated than that.  "If that kid wasn't such a mystery, we would probably be able to guess where he is, but I don't think anyone really knows.<br/><br/>"Now that I think about it, he did get into some trouble yesterday.  Not<span style="font-style: italic">his</span>trouble, but trouble nonetheless.  What do you say we go look for him?"<br/><br/>Pushing his gloved hands down on the soft, warm earth, Liam lifted himself up into a kneeling position, and then stood up completely.  He grabbed each foot by the ankle, pulling his calves one by one up to his butt, and then planted his feet on the ground to touch his toes.  A few small jumps, and he was stretched and woken up.<br/><br/>He threw a smirk at Jasper, and jolted off.  "Come on!  You'll never find Evan dawdling like that!"