-Watching Cloud Rice
Madison Public Library
Madison, Wisconsin
August 2, 2003
With a smile, the man shakes Clouds hand. “No no, my name is Christopher Bell. I am here representing Mr. Pike and Greenwood Academy. Are you Miss Watching Cloud Rice?” His attention is focused completely upon Cloud. If he saw the child, he makes no indication of it.
As for the child, when Cloud looked away from Mr. Bell’s eyes, she would find that the child had vanished.
-Maxwell Helmdig
Aynor, South Carolina
20:30, August 2, 2003
The meteorite had cut a jagged scar in the earth where it crashed. The dust was still settling as Maxwell approached, partially obscuring his vision. He moved toward it slowly and cautiously. Finally, he was able to see what it was that had fallen from the sky. It appeared to be a large chunk of either ice or glass… the substance was clear enough that he could see there was something encased within it. However, the clear substance appeared to be melting rapidly.
-James Dunbar
New York, New York
August 2, 2003
When James entered the room, Mr. Bell had moved over to a small sideboard between two bookshelves, where he began to prepare tea. However, James’ words caused him to look up with a troubled expression upon his face. Leaving the tea, he moves to sit behind his desk. It would seem to James that he is being very careful not to make any sudden movements. “Word of mouth is a very powerful thing, Mr. Dunbar. It is rather common knowledge that a young man has been acting as a vigilante in the poorer section of New York. However, not too long ago you rescued a very dear friend of mine, and so I made it a point to discover your identity so that I might extend this invitation to you. As a gesture of thanks.” He leaned back in his chair. “I sincerely apologize if I have inconvenienced you in any way.”
-Marcus Stevens and Jonn Birkey
University of Pittsburgh
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
August 2, 2003
While the door was opened briefly, Marcus would see that not much seemed to have changed. The metal shield was still down over the observation window, but there appeared to be no one else in the hallway. That was all he was able to see before the door closed.
The woman was small and thin, with long red hair that was tied into a braid. She wore a pair of horn-rimmed glasses, and there was a spattering of freckles across her cheeks and nose. She wore a green dress, covered by a white lab coat. Attached to the lab coat was a nametag, proclaiming that her name was Shannon Steele, and that she was a student tech. “Why are we all standing around the lab door?”
“Trying to figure out what’s going on in there,” the tall guy said in reply.
-Mai Hoshiko
Aug. 2, 2003
Tokyo, Japan
Mr. Bell smiled wryly at Hoshiko’s words. “More so than you would believe, Mai-san. Greenwood Academy has been in operation for well over 100 years. However we have only recently our curricula and our campus to fit the needs of more… accomplished students.”
Ken piped up, “So there aren’t any ghosts roaming the halls of that school?”
Mr. Bell laughed. “No ghosts that I am aware of.”