Altair glanced over at his watch. 'He's late.' Altair thought to himself, 'If he doesn't arrive soon, I'm going to leave.'<br/>Glancing around the room he saw bookshelf after bookshelf of books. It was a fairly big classroom, but what good is a classroom if there is no teacher. 'He better have a good excuse for being late,' Altair continues to think, 'Time shouldn't be wasted like this.'