After takeoff, Ferrin spent the first part of the ride with his sketchbook working on an idea that had been bouncing around his head for awhile. Eventually he got bored and sighing he put it away to look out the windows at the view. As he stood up and strolled over to the large windows, that ran the length of the craft and made up each wall, he heard people whispering. "Look at his arm..." "What is that?" Is it [i]him[/i]?" He slightly self-consciously tugged the sleeve of his duster down over his right arm. [i]I guess no matter where I go I'm still going to stand out of a crowd.[/i] He thought to himself. He wasn't entirely displeased by that thought. He look around at all the people on the airship with him, wondering which of them will be his teammates at Beacon. [i]Ah well, it doesn't matter.[/i] Ferrin thought to himself smugly.