Caleb opened his eyes to the light coming into his window. He looked over at his battery run alarm clock, knowing it was probably a waste to have one, but feeling the need to know the time of the day. It gave him a peaceful feeling. Sitting up, he rubbed his face, his eyes, then his neck. He felt tired yet relaxed and smiled at the wall facing him. Nothing was on it, it just made him happy to see a part of his life that was always consistent. The wall he always woke up to see in the morning, and stare at until he decided it was probably time to start his day.
Standing, Caleb pulled on a pair of jeans and a black jacket over his white shirt. He remembered a movie his mom once watched with him, of a bunch of guys in similar getup. It was called Grease... wasn't it? He sat down on his bed, looking down at his boots, not really wanting to exert the effort right away but sighing as he reached down and laced his shoes on. Standing, he grabbed his bag that held notes and slung it over his shoulder, grabbing the map he had been studying late at night, then his book he had read even later into the night. Caleb nearly forgot his glasses as he started walking out of his room, then noticed the doorknob was extremely fuzzy. Sighing, he turns, grabbing them of his nightstand before going.
What could he do to feel productive? He could go out and try to find some information, but he wasn't likely to be able to protect himself if he needed to. Caleb hated that he couldn't do that but knew he would have to do a lot of training in order to make any difference in the Phoenixes physical work. He spun in circles, slightly slower upon starting to get dizzy. Caleb tilts his head back and closes his eyes, knowing he couldn't possibly go to sleep again after his thoughts already drifted to work.
Caleb stopped his spinning and took to looking at the nearby map. He had been searching for possible locations of the Maniacs but had yet to come up with anything. It was beginning to frustrate him. The United Nations buildings were already in ruins, Empire state building was taken by the Youngbloods, and there were hundreds, possibly thousands, of buildings standing in New York City. He knew they'd never be able to check every building before James was killed or too far gone to be James anymore.
Caleb sighed, slipping his glasses off and running his hands through his hair before replacing his glasses and looking down again. He made four marks with a red pen, hoping to try the old landmarks tourists visited New York for. He'd go check them out in his spare time, possibly bring Stella, then report back to her if she didn't join him.
He wondered if he had a meeting that day... What they'd talk about. Possibly about what to do to help people, to take down the Youngbloods, or finally the topic of the rescue plan Caleb was sure Edward was coming up with in order to help James out.
James looked at his desk, suddenly looking for a distraction yet again. His eyes settled on a photo he had taped to his window. His mother, father, and a younger version of himself were both staring at him with a smile. He smiled back briefly, then looked out at New York, his wanting a distraction was working as he looked out at the city he loved, a smile growing more by the second.