[[Charrie Thread]] Sion Delacroix stirred, half-formed dreams slipping from his mind, as the music from the radio grew slowly louder. Shuddering, he rolled over and hit the off button, sitting up groggily. The sheets tangled around his lower body, and he glanced out the window before standing, watching the snowflakes drift slowly down. Just like home. Happy New Year's to me. With a sigh, he dragged himself through the daily routine. Brush his teeth, go for a jog, take a shower. He pulled on a black t-shirt with a white outline of a spaceship and long jeans, and dried his hair with a towel. The house seemed empty, the soft patter of the snow outside dampening any sounds. With his parents on a business trip to Germany, he was left to make his own breakfast, and came up with toast. A slice in his hand and another in his stomach, he headed out, pulling on a black jacket. Winter Break ended on New Year's in Nexus, one of the stupidest things that he'd ever heard of. Wasn't it supposed to be a national holiday or something? Indeed, few cars were on the streets as he walked to school. He stopped at a light, taking a bite of toast, as several cars went by, then continued. The soft rev of an electric engine sounded, disturbingly close by, and Sion's eyes widened to see a car maybe ten feet away. Panicking, he lunged towards the sidewalk, seeming to cover the remaining ten feet of road in an instant. The car rumbled past; he looked down, puzzled, then shook his head. I thought I was done dreaming. Still wondering, he moved towards the school building, a gargantuan maze of concrete and steel. The building designers certainly hadn't had beauty in mind, and a strange man looking almost like a security guard stood outside, lessening the appeal further. Don't think I've seen him before. He nodded a good morning, and headed towards homeroom. The Nexus school had maybe thirty or forty students in each grade, so all members of the senior class had nearly-identical schedules, save for electives which contained students from all grades. He'd made the rare choice to take the higher-level Physics and Chemistry courses, while most people chose Music, Art, or Gym. Buried in thought, he arrived at homeroom, sitting down and pushing his earbuds in. He was usually the first to arrive, so he wasn't surprised to see that only the teacher was there. Class started in well over 15 minutes, so maybe a few people he could talk to would arrive.