In the grounds of the Institute, a rather odd looking Caucasian teen was loitering around where the wedding would be held. His name was Colin Jones, and he had no idea why he was invited here, to this rather up-scale estate. Still, his curiousity had lead him to don his best clothes (a pale grey two-piece business suit, crisp white shirt with a blue and gold striped necktie, and as a concession to the weather, a straw boater) and duely appear for this occasion. He wandered around the area, stopping under a tree to keep out of the sun.