Henric had a flashback of his past when he entered the classroom earlier. The place reminded of his scavenging days ...whereby he would walk around the abandoned lot by himself so he could seek warmth and shelter from the cold. Henric fell unusually quiet as he stood behind them, unsure if he could concentrate well in the class anymore. Moxley had asked them a question that tugged a few of his heart strings. His answer would be just the same as everyone...terrible... scared...unsafe....lost....nothing good would ever come out from here. Strange people...mostly the homeless would loiter around and gather at this sort of places. A few of them were good but most were not. Henric remained silent, not wanting to share any of his past experiences about the place. Why did the professor choose this place...why couldn't it be a positive place...anywhere but here.....