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Jeph snored softly, his laptop open in front of him, its speakers quietly humming in the same rhythm as his breathing. He twitched slightly, being in such a deep state that almost nothing could wake him, save a loud explosion or other such occurance. He twitched again, curling into a ball on the seat he slept on, muttering quietly about something happening in his dream. He did this quite often, sleeping in the chair the way he was. Though most people would find it uncomfortable, he found it to be quite soothing and relaxing; he didn't understand how anyone could sleep otherwise. Shaking slightly, he began exiting the stages of sleep, slowly waking and looking around. "All right, time to get started on the day. What time is it- Why am I awake? What woke me up at six thirty in the damned morning?!" He said in an irritated tone, his eyes blurry as he glanced around the room. The computer on the ground began emitting a squealing noise, prompting Jeph to close the offending object. "Damn machine, picking up on that stupid field I have." He muttered, sitting up in the chair and looking for his things. He rose from the chair and made a bee-line for a pile of clothing set on a desk, intending to change from the clothes he slept in to cleaner ones, though admittedly similar in appearence. Once he was clad in fresh clothes, he retrieved his goggles, his wallet, and his belt. Putting all of these on, he glanced at a mirror that sat on the same desk, checking his appearence. "Alright, I look about the same. Fantastic." He chuckled slightly, before looking at a nearby electrical outlet. "Let's see what kind of trouble I can get myself in to at six in the morning." He said aloud, again, before jumping into the outlet.

He zipped along at the speed he had grown accustomed to, with no thoughts or desires or any human things at all. He loved how he was able to suddenly form after going through the wires as he did, surprising any unsuspecting people at the receiving end of his travels. On this particular trip, however, he found himself in the end of a seemingly empty room, in a department he hardly knew. He picked up a chair and moved it over towards where he entered the room, listening intently. What he was listening to, however, was Avaron's piano playing. It wasn't often that he stopped to listen to something as he jumped 'around the grid', but when he did, there was an intensely specific reason behind it. The reason this time was, that as she was the Headmaster's daughter, she was supposed to be very self-assured and snobbish. However, he knew that one way to see the true nature of someone was to observe them when they believed themselves to be alone.