Slipping into a seat, Nate studies the faces of each of his classmates, noting the different variety of excitement, from the calm but tense readiness to strait out fear.  Being the result of mom and dad's upbringing, Nate's emotions were detached, his analytical process kicking in.  A shift next to him called his attention to the spare duffel bag being opened and a spare set of clothing was set inside.  There was a rush of pure energy, followed by the extra memories of his other self as they merged.  It was always better to travel as one when in a hurry.  The plane shifted as the extra weight disappeared.  Time for a short nap as Nate's two selves fully integrated.
  "Time to rock."  Nate murmured as his head slumped back and he was quickly snoring, part of his mind analyzing the group he was running with.