"Nevermind then...."  Vergil replied, thankful the end of the class came around about the same time.  Most of the day was uneventful after that, until lunch time came around.  Wanting to find a place out of the way and fairly secluded so he could sulk without anyone bugging him, Vergil made his way to an empty picnic table, his lunch consisting of a simple salad and a bottle of water.  Playing with his food a bit, Vergil sighed and wondered, and not for the first time that day, if he was truly losing it.  Normal people didn't see blood dripping out of the walls.  Looking up to the roof, the boy thought he saw one of his dorm mates pass by up there but he wasn't sure.  Considering his morning, he could have been seeing what he wanted to see for all he knew.<br/><br/>((For Mab if she reads more in the book.))<br/><br/>June 16th, 13 years ago...<br/><br/><em>A month and some some change ago saw my grandson a year older.  His parents had their careers take off about the same time, leaving me to take care of the little tyke along with the nannies and maids that work at the house my daughter and her husband bought a year ago.  While I am glad they have had such a big success in their lives, I have warned them that money isn't everything, and my daughter Karina at least has gotten the message.  I'm suddenly not to sure about the husband though.  When they first met, I and the rest of the family thought of him as the same.  Now, I am unsure what to think.  I digress however, for this day was a happy occasion for Vergil, my grandson.  He started his violin lessons two weeks ago, and he played his first full song today without missing a single note.  Two weeks, and already he can play better than anyone I've seen for a long time.  While I am not a big believer in Fate, I cannot help but wonder if she had a hand in his life, for even an old coot like me can sense untapped potential in my daughter's pride and joy.</em>