Xander’s morning was as typical as you could expect it to be for him. His world suddenly came into focus in a burst of wakefulness, his form phasing into a ghostlike form from invisibility in the room that had been designated for him long ago. Simply shutting off the alarm that he had gotten to wake him, he slipped through the walls and let his day begin with a breakfast, not needing a shower since he had gotten control of his mutation. Catching a ride with one of his friends to school he approached the school casually, with a concentrated look everybody there had come to associate with him. He was considered a loner with everybody but with Xavior’s kids, and to tell the truth he didn’t really mind not having to hang with the humans that always streamed around him.