Zed lied limply in his bed, long white Mohawk lying across his pillow like spilled silver. His odd eyes, constantly glowing a light purple, twinkled momentarily, before his bed began rising off of the floor. The psychic yawned lazily as he mentally made his bed float around the rather large room. It's been like this 24/7, as he couldn't sleep due to his constantly energized mind, so all he could do was train and sharpen his mental aptitude.

"Hm...?" he whispered, getting a feel of a new mind entering the premises. Zed floated off of his bed, looking out of his circular window, and out into the world. He could see The Benefactor leading a girl into the orphanage's entrance. Shrugging, he forced his bed onto the ground. "Not my problem." Zed sat on the bed once again, a massive book flying from a shelf in the corner, and landing on his lap. He quietly began reading the tiny text.