David stopped walking when Mrs. Taylor did so and turned to him.  She motioned down the hallway, toward a open door from which several voices could be heard.  He glanced at Mrs. Taylor with a slight questioning arch of his eyebrow.  She smiled at him and nodded.<br/><br/>"That is the dining room, Mr. Hamilton.  You should go ahead and introduce yourself to your fellow participants."<br/><br/>He glanced to the room, then back to the woman waiting patiently next to him.  "Shouldn't you be the one to introduce me?"<br/><br/>She shook her head, her eyes holding his as she refused.  "No, I do not wish to taint this experiment any more than necessary, Mr. Hamilton.  Already there has been enough disruption as to threaten the outcome.  You should handle your own introduction and start to learn about the others.  After all, baring any further troubles, you will be here for six months with them."<br/><br/>"Can't you at least introduce them to me, let me know their names?"<br/><br/>She gave him a slight smile.  "I am sure that they can take care of that, Mr. Hamilton.  Good luck."  With that, she turned and made her way away from the young man, leaving him on his own.<br/><br/>David took a deep breath and turned back down the hallway.  Faint voices reached his ears as he took the first steps toward the dining room.  As he neared the door to the room, the sudden scent of food filled his sense of smell.  He realized he was hungry, but felt a definite hesitation.  What if this didn't work?  What if-<br/><br/>Stop it, he told himself. You know good and well that you want this.  Stop trying to sabotage your own aspirations.  With a final set of his shoulders and a deep breath, David stepped from the hallway into the doorway of the dining room.  His eyes immediately scanned the entire room.<br/><br/>The first person his eyes fell on was an older gentleman.  Just under 6 feet, if David had to guess, though there was nothing there to imply any thing except strength.  The man carried himself with a surety and confidence that radiated outward.  If he had to guess, David would have said this was someone who knew what he wanted and did what was needed to get it.  He had a vague 5 o' clock shadow going that made him appear slightly roguish.<br/><br/>The other man in the room was sitting at the long table, his light blue eyes coming up to rest on David.  David felt the other man instantly appraise him, gauge him.  It was a familiar feeling.  Being an athlete, David had been appraised by opponents constantly in his many years playing.  It felt similar, but subtly different.  He couldn't gauge how tall that man was, but David guessed that he was younger than the other man, but possibly older than David was.  He realized that this probably meant that David was the youngest man here.  Great, just great.<br/><br/>The three women were all sitting at the table with the appraising man.  The first was a woman with deep brown hair.  Her eyes were slightly startling at this distance, though David couldn't quite make out what about them seemed so different.  However, something in the back of his mind tapped his consciousness, insisting that he had seen this woman before.  Something about her was familiar, yet he couldn't put his finger on it.<br/><br/>The second woman also had dark brown hair, though her eyes were clearly of a greenish nature.  She seemed to be slightly shy, pulling herself inward as she sat in the chair, looking at him.  He felt an momentary flash of wanting to take her hand and pull her forward, pull her out of what seemed to be an invisible shell.  Odd.<br/><br/>The third woman was slightly more exotic.  Whereas the first two women were obviously of an Anglo or American background, the third woman had the unmistakable look of someone with Hispanic heritage.  David found himself drinking in her tanned skin, long black hair, and brown eyes.  She seemed as if she had just sat down to eat as she looked him over.<br/><br/>David found himself stunned.  Each of the women were absolutely beautiful.  Each of them appeared to be stunning in their own ways.  The curves of their lips, the set of their cheeks, the swell of their-<br/><br/>David cleared his throat and gave a slight smile, trying to bring his mind back to the task at hand.  Introduction.  That's what he was trying to do.<br/><br/>He lifted a hand and gave a slight wave as he stepped into the room.  His 6'3" form bent slightly as he inclined his head to the room.  His brown eyes moved between all of the others as he spoke with a clear, slightly deep voice.  "Hi.  I'm David Hamilton.  I'm, ah...I'm the new guy."