"Now, all of you, pay attention. The following information is vital for your test," Professor Hastings raised his wooden cane from the ground as he held onto a metal bus post. The bus he stood in began to move. "Now, as it is an uncommon subject to be studying, I would like all students to take their notes from their school bags."

The students all took their note books out and began to flick through the words. One of the students, a young girl, raised her hand. "Professor Hastings, why are we learning about the original Colonies?" The student's name was Taru D. Port, and she was sitting a few seats away from the Professor. She had a caramel skin colour, blackened hair that reached down her back and green eyes.

The elderly man seemed startled by this question, and took a moment to recompose himself in a dignified manner. He cleared his throat, tipped the edge of his hat upwards and scratched the white edging of his beard. "Well, Miss Port, I assumed you would already understand the answer to such questions. It is because citizens of large cities – New York and Boston, to name some – do not understand how America came to be." He said. "Furthermore, it seems people of your culture do not understand how their lives have been altered since the American Revolutionary War." He tapped his staff on the metal boards below his feet, and a small glint reflected in his eyes.

She lowered her hand once more, but not before she stared at him oddly for several seconds. Taru turned her attention to the young man sitting beside her. She placed her note book on her lap. "Kanen, what do you make of this trip?" She inquired, leaning over to look at her classmate's messy notes. Rolling her eyes, she looked to his face.

Kanen had a rather large nose, which had a faint scar running across the bridge and his cheeks. He was a slightly darker colour than Taru, but he was still fairly close to her skin colour. His hair was light brown, and it was just touching his collar, while he also had a braid to the right of his eyes. Kanen was only slightly taller than his female friend, and he was just a little wider than her in muscle width.

Lowering his voice, Kanen replied. "Something does not sound right. I did not trust this man upon hearing his name, I doubt I'll trust him by the end of the year." He said warily. "That man isn't right, I mean, he has that staff with him everywhere." Casting a glance around him, he leaned in further, so only Taru could hear his words. They were almost as quiet as his breaths. "He walks freely. No elderly man would take a chance of spinal injury, especially if their back is in perfect condition."

"I suppose. This will be the final field trip of the year, so I suggest we keep a close eye on Professor Hastings." They both nodded briskly, before they turned to their respective notes. However, despite attempting to stay focused, neither of them could help but turn their eyes to the elderly man every few minutes.