Lisa Harris sat on the bench overlooking the lawn at Harvard. It was a peaceful day at the beginning of the fall. She held a newspaper, and was reading the headlines. "American Prisoner 'Novum Orbis' Ruled Suicide" She read on. "The prisoner, Alan McCarthy, wrote the words 'Novum Orbis' on the cell wall in his own blood, before hanging himself with a bedsheet. Officials have determined McCarthy's death to be a suicide, but the meaning of the words still stand to be deciphered. A new terrorist organization, or the rambling of a prisoner on death row? Only time will tell." The front page headline glaringly declared. A small smile crept over Lisa's face as she folded the paper and rose from the bench. "Well, Shi." she said, quietly, to apparently no one in particular. "Shall we head back to the dorm?"