Renat followed the others out of the dusty room. Everyone seemed to agree as to the need to contact the Watcher, so he did not comment. When they stepped outside, he realised that time had passed since school had finished. He hadn't been paying much attention to the time at all while they were being chased. Now, though the sun would not have been easily visible above the towering industrial sector skyline, the sky was nearing the reds of sunset.

When contact with the mysterious Watcher was finally made, something that struck Renat was that the man still refused to let his face be seen. Despite what they had been through, the man insisted on remaining a shadowy silhouette. [i][color=6ecff6]At the very least he isn't scrambling his voice. Or maybe he is, but by putting on a fake accent. From the history I know, that accent started losing popularity in England centuries ago.[/color][/i]

The Watcher then offered for the group to ask questions they'd like to. Before Renat could stop himself, thinking he should have been polite and waited for the adults first, he blurted the question that had been bugging him for a while, "[color=0072bc]What are your motives?[/color]" After a brief pause, he thought he might as well get in his other questions while he had the opportunity, "[color=0072bc]What is your involvement in 'metas', as you put them? How do you keep track of us and do things like you did with that map? And is any chance I could just go back to my normal life?[/color]" He could have continued, but Renat thought it might be best to let the man answer - lest some questions get missed or skipped - and to not hog all the attention.