Rhys, who was miles away from thinking about forming alliances with other kids, seemed to ignore the lack of interest towards him. In truth, he wasn't bothered by it because he wasn't interested in the other kids himself, but they were stuck here just like him, and they could probably offer an anchor that he needed if he was to stay alert. He remembered what his mother used to say to him back when he was failing his classes. [i]You spend all your time outside that body and your brain will start to rot, Mr.[/i] He supposed it was true, since his grades would always go up when he stopped Projecting all the time. "I've heard horror stories about this place." Rhys spoke in a hushed tone. "I have a friend, his sister's college roomate's nephew was taken here. They say he went insane. I'm just saying that it's something to think about." Meanwhile his gaze drifted past the boys. When waiting for a response he found himself staring at Babs Mizell. He had to metaphorically slap himself across the face to break the gaze.