Wednesday was Break Day. No music was played, and most just didn't move. At about nine in the morning, I threw myself out of bed and crawled to the dining hall. Breakfast was being served all day, so I took my time and ate very, very slowly. At eleven, I left the mess hall to go back to bed and did a full flip over a small child. After landing very painfully on my face, I rolled over to see if the child was alright. He stood stoically, for the most part pretending I didn't exist. I rose to my feet and asked in a sincere tone, "Are you alright?"

The boy looked up at me, still without expression. I looked down at his dull gold eyes. They seemed to dance with dark shapes, twisting and writhing inside of his mind. I turned to leave, and suddenly I froze, I couldn't move. I was inside a golden yellow sphere, covered on the inside by strange symbols: runes. The boy strode in front of me, and the sphere shifted to keep both of us inside it. The boy motioned with his arm, and my body bent down to him of its own will. My own face a few inches from his, the boys eyes now seemed to glow.

"Stay away from my kind, Arbiter. You may not like what you find."

The orb disappeared, and I fell to the ground. I looked up, and the boy was half way down the hall. So went my first conversation with a rune writer.

At twelve, when I got back to my dorm, I flopped down on a couch. After five minutes of staring at a wall, I went down to the courtyard to read a book. When I got there, I found Greta and Zoe sitting under a tree, chatting away. I decided to do something interesting with my time, so I went at sat next to them.

"Oh hey, B. How's it going?" While Spirits technically participated in Music Week, the didn't get very into it, and it was obvious by her refreshedness that Greta had been sleeping.

"Brain. Fried." I was lucky to get both words out.

"Oh my Gosh. This week has been SO much fun, hasn't it, B?"

I turned to Greta, lost for words that I couldn't have said anyway.

"She's still pumped on music from last night."

"Oh."

Zoe, still enthused, kept up her questions.

"So what did you do last night?"

"Sleep... around."

"Zach!... With who?"

"No one."

"Oh. Ohhhhhh ok in various places. What did you do this morning?"

"Ate."

"Good, good. What are you going to do the rest of the day?"

"Crawl in a hole and die."

"Oh ha ha. What are you really going to do?"

"Sleep. Eat. Work.... abs."

Greta blushed slightly and turned away, and Zoe laughed at her.

"Wow, Greta, you have such an ab fetish."

Over the next few minutes, the conversation between the girls dissolved into squabbling. Suddenly, Greta turned to me.

"So, Zach what do you think?"

But I was already asleep.