"It's alright" said James, yawning as if he didn't really like it. "The food is nice and you have tonnes to do, but the only place I can brush up my acrobatics skills is the Gym, and I prefer practicing outdoors. Practicing outside gives me a bigger sense of freedom." As soon as James said that last sentence, he remembered something else about his past. His home was a small cottage on the countryside, with a garden the size of a small village. He installed a lot of things that could easily improve his skills there, and he would practice non-stop. He couldn't exactly remember what he has installed, but he knows one thing: nothing will ever be the same again. He looked down and tried to stop himself crying... but a tear escaped from his eye.
