Author's note: Hey, it's been a long time since the last update, but school is really hard right now. However, here's the next part, I would still be really happy for some criticism, especially since I'm not really sure about the outcome this time. Also, it probably will take me a long time for the next chapter, so if it takes really long that doesn't mean that this story is cancelled. In addition those quotes I used are from the book "Faust" of Johann Wolfgang von Goethe. And also Merry Christmas everyone!

Slowly tickling his nose, it was the sun, which made him wake up. Soon, he had opened his eyes and started to yawn, which was abruptly interrupted by a fast and more importantly stressed gaze at the clock. "noon, I still have time." With that, the Jackal started to rub his eyes and get out of his bed. Sluggishly and unfocused, his steps looked like those from a drunk man, he started walking, until the boy finally reached the kitchen, in which he wanted to start preparing himself a breakfast, after having greeted his mother, who was sitting in the living room, reading a novel. From what it looked like, it probably was just a detective novel. When he took a closer look his thought was confirmed, his mother was reading "Suspicion" from Friedrich Dürrenmatt. "Quite a good book", Jack thought, while getting back to the kitchen table, until he was interrupted by his mother, who directly went into the kitchen to take the task of making breakfast from Jack. By using the words: "Let me do it sweetie", she made him sit on the big table in the living room which at the same time was a dining room as well. "So, where exactly have you been yesterday night?", his mother asked while preparing fried eggs with bacon. "Oh, I already told you, at a friend's place."; Jack responded while scratching his head. "Oh, yeah, … and what did you boys do?", his mother continued questioning her son, she probably had the feeling he'd conceal something from her. "The usual stuff." The young teen replied, again with quite an insecure tone; "Like playing games and philosophizing about the world." "Philosophizing about the world?", his mother frowned; "Didn't know that's what boys do. What exactly are you philosophizing about?" Jack was considering what to say now: "Well, about life I guess and what living is about." His mother was turning around the bacon in the pan: "Ah that sounds interesting, so what is it about?" At that moment, Jack was about to open his mouth and explain everything he knew to her, but no words came out so that he put his hand on his chin to think about what he, himself, really knew. "I actually don't really know myself yet.", with that the Jackal left his mother confused. She replied with an "ok, sweetie" and served the breakfast to her son afterward. In under 3 minutes he had finished his breakfast and stood up for washing up his dirty dishes. Henceforth, he kissed his mother and said that he still had something to do in the school and that it probably would take him until the evening to come home again. As soon as he said that, he took his backpack and went out of the door, with his mother watching him go. Fast but precise steps brought him to the next bus station, where he sat down on the next best bench again, after having risked a look at his watch to check the time. Another sigh left Jack when he finally sat. His appearance surely looked better than the one of the certain night, however, his thoughts still gave him the impression of insecurity which simply resisted and didn't want to fade away. Moreover, it even seemed like that it would do more damage in this state of inner turmoil than it had done during his previous life. If I had to describe this emotion, I would say it's a mixture of an absolute uncertainty of what is about to come and a form of regret, which again contains a part of what happened in the last few days but also what he had missed through his entire life, emphasized by the one simple wish of starting over again and the hope to reach this change of his inner psyche by a therapy he had never tried before, but is sure it will work, since the taste of what Rusty had promised him wouldn't let him go anymore. While dreaming of his bright future, suddenly a thought came up in Jack and he immediately looked around himself, if he actually could do such a thing. And yes, around three meters away from him, a dwarf was standing. He actually didn't really look like the stereotype in those German tales, like Snow White. To be honest, he looked like a hipster, especially with this beard and what was quite weird a bowler hat on his head. Looking at his smartphone without even some Apps open, he probably was trying to ignore Jack, but at this moment, the Jackal didn't even care. "Good morning, Sir", the teenage boy said in quite a loud tone; "ahm, … beautiful weather out there." Obviously, the dwarf wasn't quite interested in making small talk, so he simply replied with a nod, while risking a short gaze at Jack. The adolescent, however, continued talking: "You know, a few days ago, the weather wasn't that great. It actually rained and it was middle in the night. So I was at the airport for 4 hours, when I finally got up on my feet again and started to walk outside, during the storm. But don't worry, I'm standing here in one piece and it was quite a great experience. Nevertheless, you should definitely not risk going outside during a storm, I mean, it didn't matter for me, because I'm immortal, but that's another story. Do you follow me, Sir?" After hearing that question the dwarf sighed and put the phone into his pocket to listen to the young Jackal, who was now really joyful, that this person would actually listen to him and that he was able to talk so freely. The Jackson from a week ago would have stayed silent. "So, you see, I was out there in the storm and crying my soul out, but not due to physical pain, but the pain I was carrying in myself for quite a time now. However, I found another lonely soul, who offered me a special herb, if you get what I'm saying." Now a laugh left the dwarf. "Oh boy, I was like that as well, when I was your age." The dwarf continued laughing; "But tell me, how did it happen that a stranger simply gives you weed." At that moment, the smile of Jack got even wider. "That's the funny part, this certain person is a really well-known acquaintance of mine and it was an absolute coincidence that this guy was standing out there and in the same misery as I was. So we shared a few Joints and were completely stoned afterward." Laughter interrupted Jack. "Absolutely stoned", whereas Jack was simply waiting to speak again, it was now the dwarf who got really talkative; "Now tell me, what were your ideas in this state. I know, once I was so drunk, I and my friends just took the train and rode to Berlin and when we woke up, we like absolutely had no idea where we were. But I'm distracting, now tell me, what stupid things did you do?" It really felt good for Jack, that someone attentively listened to his story. "Well, we were philosophizing the entire night and were absolutely stoned as I already said. The problem was, that this all was in front of our school." Again the dwarf was laughing: "Where there any teachers that could have found you." Jack chuckled: "Fortunately, no one saw us smoking, but we would have been in a lot of trouble if a teacher found out." "No kidding.", the words came out of the dwarf; "But what happened then, you could have impossibly sat the whole night out there in the cold, where did you go?" Jack left a sigh. "Well, we went into the schools' residents where we continued philosophizing.", the Jackal thought about what to say now; "Actually, that's the part on which the story gets boring and I may have to let out some events. To be honest, starting a conversation with a stranger, was just a fix idea I had, with which I wanted to challenge my insecurity and talking to you, really was enjoyable, but I'm afraid, that's the part on which the story ends." After that statement, the dwarf didn't even look confused or irritated in any way, it seemed like he completely understood what Jack was saying. "You see young boy.", the dwarf started to do the talking; "When I was your age, I lived through a similar existential crisis and I got out of it as well. Don't worry boy.", with quite many problems, the dwarf managed to lay his hands on Jack's shoulder, who kneed down, so it was easier for him; "Everything will be fine. But now I have to say my Goodbye, that's my bus.", he was pointing at the bus that just arrived and started heading into this direction. "I never really got your name." Jack shouted before the dwarf stepped into the bus. "Oh, it's Mr. Charrington.", the old man replied; "But you should actually know me, I'm a teacher at your school." With that, Jack froze and Mr. Charrington simply laughed, seeing the Jackal's expression. Following that, the bus drove away and Jack sighed again: "This was my bus."

Rusty was already up and after a shower, he was ready to go. With a fast grab, he put the letter into his bag, went out of the door and locked it. Afterward, he went along the hallways, he was walking down with Jack when they were high. Now, it kind of felt different, more of something depressing, something narrowing his soul. Then again, it caused him a lot of pain walking down this way. On his way, he saw many familiar faces, but he didn't know them good enough to actually stop and say "hi" or "how are you". Not that anyone else would greet him, he was just walking through the building until he reached the main hall. Having arrived there, Rusty risked a glance at his watch. "01:39 pm, I still have some time", the yellow dog sighed; "Well, I could still use a cigarette." With that, he went out of the school, slowly opened the big doors, went down the stairs leading to the bus station, on which Jack and he met the certain night. In the background, a few people were getting out of the bus, which just arrived. However, Rusty didn't notice any bus, he was just busy searching for his cigarette pack and a lighter in his bag. As soon as he managed to find the cigarette pack he put one of them in his mouth after having weakly slapped three times on the pack itself, which seems to be a ritual of him before he smokes. Unfortunately, he couldn't find his lighter, no matter how much he rummaged through all his stuff, this lighter simply wasn't there. "You need fire?", next to him a dwarf was standing holding his lighter while having an already glowing cigarette in his other hand. "Thanks, Mr. Charrington.", Rusty replied, accepting the offer. Within three seconds, Rusty's cigarette was glowing as well and he took his first sip. Mr. Charrington had been his philosophy teacher, when he was still in school, one of the only subjects, in which he had straight A's. "I just had a really interesting conversation with a boy. He was your age, … and he seemed pretty excited.", the teacher started talking in hope of a conversation, but Rusty just replied with a nod followed by another sip. Obviously, Rusty wasn't quite talkative at this moment, so Mr. Charrington tried to get his attention in another attempt. "Well boy, are you even listening? Hear, … look at my direction. You see, isn't that better, I'm talking to you. So, I had an interesting conversation with a boy who was your age and he was talking about smoking weed at the school with another fellow who somehow reminded me of you.", now Mr. Charrington had Rusty's attention, knowing that, the dwarf enjoyed the yellow dogs expression; "Yeah, so I really need to be the authority here, Rusty you shouldn't smoke weed at the school, alright?" Quite confused, Rusty was looking at his teacher, while holding his cigarette in an angle in which the ashes simply had to drop on his hand, what also happened quite sometime after. Nevertheless, he took another sip and blew it directly at the dwarf, while grinning maliciously. "Quite a double standard, trying to guilt-trip me because I was smoking some weed, even though you were the one who fucking sold it to me.", Rusty got a little louder but was still looking at the dwarf with a friendly expression. On the other side, the dwarf didn't have such a nice expression on his face, but you couldn't tell if he's angry, since his beard covered most of his tiny face. "You see young boy.", with that, Mr. Charrington was trying to justify his statement; "Smoking weed and so on isn't bad, but doing this in front of Zechariah's office will get you expelled and me in enormous trouble. I don't care how much you smoke and even if you'd do it every day, that actually would be pretty good for me, since I sell you this stuff, but I'm distracting. So where was I. Uh, … , ah yeah, don't you fucking dare smoking this stuff in front of the school or for God's sake inside the school." As a response, he got just rolling eyes from Rusty, but as soon as the teacher wanted to start reprimanding his counterpart for another time, he was interrupted. "Oh please. *cough*", Rusty had to clear his throat from all the smoke; "I checked if everyone was asleep and Zechariah has vacation, you really think he would spend his precious time in school then? Don't you worry I have everything under control!" After that, it got silent between the two for a while, until both finished their cigarettes. Nonetheless, the dwarf tried starting another conversation. "So, what are you doing now after school?", he got Rusty's attention again; "Because you weren't eager on studying philosophy the last time I asked you?" While walking, Rusty continued rummaging in his bag, however, now he was searching for his letter, but he still tried to maintain the just started conversation with his teacher. "Yeah, duh, I don't wanna study unemployment.", Rusty was joking; "But yeah, I'm studying jurisprudence." For another time, confused, Mr. Charrington looked at Rusty: "Law? Never expected you'd be this type." "Economy law, to be specific.", the yellow dog responded, now having found his letter and holding it in his right hand; "I know, it ain't me, but who knows, maybe it grows to me." They crossed a mailbox in which Rusty threw the letter in, shortly after Mr. Charrington and he shook hands and they went separate ways. Mr. Charrington, for his part, went into the philosophy lesson he had to teach, while Rusty went directly into building C until one thing struck his eye.

"Oh, Cameron thank you so much for helping me out with all the preparations for our theatre play.", Jackie screamed at Cameron, while they were carrying the scenery. "No problem Jackie, I just need to be in my room at 2 pm for another counseling session", Cameron coughed back, the object was quite heavy. It didn't take them long to put it down, just to rest for a few seconds and try moving it again for another few steps sometime later. Around 10 minutes later they were bathed in sweat and haven't even moved it 3 meters. With that, Jackie put it down and directly looked at Cameron. "We,…"; she took a deep breath while holding her hand signaling that she really needs just a moment, "I just need to figure out another way of how to get this up on the stage. Especially the stairs!" They both gazed at the stage. "Yeah this could become a problem", Jackie sighed; "Oh, … but don't worry about that, I'll find a way. I think you should go to your appointment now … and maybe to the restroom as well, to refresh yourself, … I'm sorry." Jackie laughed and looked away, which was responded by rolled eyes from Cameron. "Yeah, I should go now, don't wanna be late," With that, she was already about to turn around, she looked at her watch, it read 01:40 pm, which would be too early, even for Cameron, so instead she asked if Jackie really was alright. However, her question was only met by a thankful nod from Jackie who was almost ready to go, she was looking at a well-known colleague, and jumped up. "OOOhh Fabiaaaan, how about you help me with the scenery." In just a millisecond, Cameron was alone, shrugged with her shoulders and went in the direction of her office. While walking she thought about what was about to come, what both of them may got to say. But she also was worried about possible dangers, especially if this was the right decision to have them both and not even telling them, who they'll meet today. "Oh my, I hope this will work out.", Now Cameron got an inner turmoil going on in her as well; "what if they won't stay, what if this will ruin their relation, which just formed?" Her steps got slower and smaller at the same time until she finally stopped and just stood there. The act of pausing was followed by a deep breath, filling both of her lungs with air and effectively calming her down. In an instant her head kept silent again, it was as if she wiped out every negative thought, what was left was only her curiosity. Right after having consulted herself with those thoughts, the woman slowly started walking again, like she was activated by turning her gaze inward. One thing she learned from Jackie: "In order to stay positive all the time, to realize the target of true happiness, you shouldn't worry of what's about to come or anger yourself of decisions you did in the past. Past is past and future is future, the only through evidence of living is possible to be found in the present. And that's what it is, life's a present!" Quite a catchy philosophy and easy in theory, but unfortunately unbelievably hard to put into practice. There are no tricks or cheats to achieve this, only long progress filled with hard work, which lets you doubt if you even want to become happy. As already mentioned, this is only possible by a complete change of your mindset, but Cameron is on it, by living in Safe Haven, she already challenged many of her insecurities and learned about seeing the world in a different angle. This lead to her invention of a new conception of therapy by even creating her ways of communicating with her patients. Nevertheless, she doesn't like the term patient, it more or less sounds quite like a threat. Like this person is somehow sick and about to get you infected. Similar to the doctors Reil and Pinel, she supports a whole new point of view, which may not be recognized by the rest. In a time, when people diagnosed with mania were treated like criminals, those two medics wrote and also practiced a method bringing those people away from the chains and closer to the ability to live a normal life. To make it clearer, back then this was a Hercules task, especially due to the lazy behavior of declaring everything, which didn't stick strictly to the usual state of behavior, society is willing to accept, as mania. Therefore people who simply had a dreamy character or acted in a way society regarded as foolish were immediately committed to the lunatic asylum. You can see that with such people around you, it may be harder to convince anyone of your idea, especially if society, in general, was too lazy to think of the possibility of such a change. But I'm distracting, fortunately, Cameron found acceptance of her theory in this new world and Zechariah even lets her practice it, perhaps it's because he is convinced himself that this strange idea actually could work. But what am I talking about? After having met Jackie, Alanzo, and this entire world in general, Cameron realized something odd. It ain't the theory which lets you achieve happiness, it's the practice. Unfortunately, however, you can't really learn what the practice is about while theorizing about anything and that's the exact point she's trying to find out. As a result, she still needs to find better ways of how she can influence her students, but she seems to be on the right way.

Then again, she was walking through the filled floors, when she suddenly watched outside of the windows and saw something rather odd. It was Rusty smoking next to Mr. Charrington. This caught her by surprise, especially since after that whole incident on which Rusty confessed his love to Autumn, when he was quite drunk, she has never seen him talk to another person again. Words spread fast and it didn't take long until the entire school knew about his crush. Somehow, it was now Rusty who was the one getting picked on, getting bullied every day by those he used to be friends with. Especially his previous victims recognized their chance and got him as long as he was weak. Therefore, it surprised her, even more, when Cameron read in his E-Mail, that it probably was Autumn who gave him alleviation in this difficult time. Hence, she was carefully sneaking out of the doors, in an absolute act of curiosity. As a child playing hide n' seek, she tried to fit into the mass to not be recognized by those two. Every step brought her pulse more up, it would be terrible, if Rusty recognized her sneaky act of espionage, but it even was for his own good, since she was expecting that this conversation could bring her details she could use to crack this case. Perhaps, she could just be asking Mr. Charrington what he was saying to him, but this old, drug-addicted dwarf would already have forgotten what day it even was. In fact, Mr. Charrington sometimes even messes up which classes he's exactly teaching. On a one-time occurrence, he even taught math to his philosophy class and didn't even notice it until a shy, red-haired girl was stressed out that she may be in the wrong course. This wouldn't even have been that big of a deal if at least his formulas were correct. Sadly, he taught absolute nonsense in those 20 minutes, which made Zechariah absolutely furious, when he later heard the dwarf's apology. It turned out: "I'm sorry Sir, but I'm stoned as heck", wasn't that great of an apology at all. Fortunately, he kept his post, but Zechariah already mentioned that he'd be keeping an eye open just for him. Another reason, why this paring really seems interesting, because Mr. Charrington probably already lives life to its greatest extent while Rusty more or less still needs to find his way. Probably, he's just asking him for some advice, since he quite seems like a young version of this wrinkled man.

"There, a bench!", Cameron thought to herself; "It won't be too obvious when I just sit there." In an attempt of looking completely, a hundred percent, not suspicious in any way, the teacher took silent steps into her identified target, with the wish of not getting recognized, while hoping to get anything useful. With the speed of light, she sat down next to a very purple and possibly annoyed cat being buried in her book. Cameron's corner of her eye recognized it as Otfried Preussler's Krabat, a novel about dark magic at a miller's place who himself is the master of 12 students, with the quite unfortunate quality of sacrificing one student each year. However, Cameron didn't care about how good the book of the student next to her is, she, more importantly, was observant of the event happening 2 meters away from her. It took another minute for the teacher to realize that both of them were silent, they just were sipping on their cigarette, not even looking each other in the eyes, basically even avoiding seeing the other. Rusty even was looking at the ground, like the expression you make when you want to say something but don't know what or thinking about if this would be appropriate. His head wandered from right to left, up to down, but mostly meeting the ground in front of him. Quite desolate, the view in front of her. Although you'd expect this silence to be over soon, it took them another 4 minutes to finally start talking again, but it was the dwarf who broke the silence by asking what Rusty would be doing now after school. At this point, Cameron's attention came back and she was keen to understand what the adolescent was about to say. Moreover, as strange this situation might was, as astoundingly was the answer.

"Law?", you'd never expect, that one word would strike your mind like that and get as deep as it just turned up in Cameron; "Why'd he study this?" Soon, she went through every scenario, of finding out possible reasons, in order of using this to describe his personality more detailed and finding some way of help for this yellow fellow. Whilst she still was absorbed by her thoughts, both of her targets were leaving the scene, which quite frightened her when she looked at the place, on which the two of them were just standing before and it was empty. With that, Cameron risked a glance at her watch and realized she still had time, so she went back into her head to sort all her thoughts about the information she just got. Closing her eyes, she was trying to meditate and get all the information together. With each deep breath, Cameron extracted her input from the depths of her long-term memory to compare it to possible counseling strategies, until a known voice suddenly interrupted her inner observation. "That was the bench.", Rusty spoke to Cameron, knowingly that she just spied on him and Mr. Charrington. However, the only reply he received was an "Excuse me?" from Cameron, which was added by an angry moan of the purple cat who took her book, stood up and went into school. "We did it on that bench.", Rusty whispered when he suddenly realized that this might sound ambiguous; "I mean smoking, nothing else!" Sweat formed on his forehead and he was scratching the back of his head. "So, you want to study law?", Cameron was changing the subject. "Yeah, it seemed like the best way for me and I'd probably regret it if I didn't try." Caring eyes were looking in his direction, but he always tried to avoid eye contact, which made Cameron realize just how insecure this boy has become, or always was. "How about we take this to my office, our appointment starts soon anyway." Confirming her statement, the teenager just nodded and turned around, directly walking in the direction of building C, which even happened that fast, that Cameron had to do some serious effort in order to catch up with him. During their walk, both of them kept silent again. "It seems like Rusty really ain't a talkative person.", Cameron's thoughts took up her time again. Just like the first seconds of their march, the last seconds were quiet as well and there was nothing in between, so Cameron tried getting back to a conversation when she opened the lock and pushed down the door-handle. "So, long time no see, how have you been?" Cameron positioned her in front of him, so he had to do some eye contact with her. "F-Fine, I guess?", the teenage boy replied whilst scratching the back of his head again, laying with his free hand the backpack down; "So, when does Jack come?" With that, Cameron frowned and was now the one scratching the back of her head: "What do you mean, …, how … did you ... know?" His grin made her reduce the speed of talking, which was recognized by him, so he took the opportunity to explain himself. "I ain't stupid; it is a well-known fact, that Jack is using your counseling session since the date you arrived in this world. Furthermore, how I know this Jackal, he probably was in need of some advice after our meeting … like me.", as reaction of what he heard saying himself, the yellow dog sighed and continued whispering in a volume which was even hard for Cameron to understand; "Guess we ain't so different at all, I hate it when you're right Autumn." Unfortunately, even though she really tried hard to understand everything the young man was saying, she only understood Autumn, which brought her to immediately get back to that. "Autumn? Would you like to tell me about him?", her hand was making an inviting sign for him to sit down in one of her bean bags. After all these years she hasn't changed them yet, she thought they'd be giving her students a relaxing atmosphere and would help them to open up. A suspicious facial expression stayed on his face when he sat down, but it slowly faded away when his spine felt the unwinding position it got into. "Well, he helped me through quite a hard time, it was almost the roughest time I lived through yet and I don't know what would have happened … without him." Rusty looked on the ground; "Well I don't know what I'd have done without him and what I should do now without him. You see, the only thing I'm trying to do is achieving true happiness, but I don't know. Even though I've studied so hard, I did everything, read through every book Autumn told me to read I even formed my own opinion on every point … and see that I can know – nothing!" His head was still turned downwards, it even was a tear visible going down his cheeks and falling to the ground, which he would later deny if anyone would ask him about it.

"Ah! …", Cameron tried getting back to Rusty and cleared her throat before continuing.

"Ah! Now I've done Philosophy,

I've finished Law and Medicine,

And sadly even Theology:", her speech made the young boy look up again directly into her eyes. With that, the teacher knew that she had his attention again and that this could really bring him further.

"Taken fierce pains, from end to end.

Now here I am, a fool for sure!

No wiser than I was before:", at this point, the quote shouldn't originally be finished but she wanted to encourage Rusty to finish it himself, it may help his development. Therefore, she just looked into his wet eyes.

"Master, Doctor's what they call me,

And I've been ten years, already,

Crosswise, arcing, to and fro,

Leading my students by the nose,

…", Rusty stopped talking and wished the tears out of his eyes to continue his last sentence; "And see that we can know – nothing!" In an instant, he started to stutter and looked back at her to form words in his mouth. "Y-You-You've … r-read … Faust?", it came slowly out of him. "Now he's open.", Cameron thought and started to continue her speech.

"It almost sets my heart burning.

I'm cleverer than all these teachers,

Doctors, Masters, scribes, preachers:

I'm not plagued by doubt or scruple,

Scared by neither Hell nor Devil –

Instead all Joy is snatched away,

What's worth knowing, I can't say,

I can't say what I should teach

To make men better or convert each."

After that, it was silent for a few seconds until the teacher thought to herself, that this was enough time to let him think.

"Do you know who Goethe was?", she asked the adolescent, well-knowing he surely knew the answer. "Of course.", it came out of the yellow dog; "he was a genius, he knew the philosophical and scientific answers to problems before the majority even knew that they existed. He wrote so many great books and was the greatest German author of history. He…, he…" Rusty interrupted himself there and didn't know how to continue to such a basic question. "Well, you see Rusty, Goethe himself, didn't know the answer to many aspects of life as well and it took him two books for his character Faust to find relief in his hunger of understanding. On his way, he threw many decent people in their doom and could have landed there himself, if in the end he hadn't found to a greater understanding. It was a game between the Devil and God and whilst he went with the Devil the entire two books, it was God at the end who won the bet! What I'm trying to say is that this pure theoretical question can't be answered by books, but with a greater practical understanding." With that, the boy looked shocked and tried getting out a few words to respond to that, but it only was enough for another quote.

"Still have to speak what I cannot know:

That I may understand whatever

Binds the world's innermost core together,

See all its workings, and its seeds,

Deal no more in words' empty reeds.", it was exactly like Autumn always told him. After having said that his head fell back into his arms and a sad sigh left his mouth. "But how,…?", he didn't even look up to Cameron, just kept making noises like he'd be sobbing, what he would obviously deny if someone would ask him; "I can't get rid of those words?" Continuing his self-pity, Cameron couldn't let him sit there alone any longer, so she decided to get up and sit next to him in the bean bags. "Ruben, do you remember the scene in which Faust started to translate the bible.", Cameron asked while laying her hand on his left shoulder. Her question was confirmed by a nod.

"It's written here: 'In the beginning was the Word!'

Here I stick already! Who can help me? It's absurd,

Impossible, for me to rate the word so highly

I must say it differently", Cameron stopped with the hope her student could continue this quote. Unfortunately, Ruben was still letting his head hanging in his arms and didn't even react to it.

"If I'm truly inspired by the Spirit. I find", so she continued;

"I've written here: 'In the Beginning was the Mind'.

Let me consider that first sentence,

So my pen won't run on in advance!

Is it Mind that works and creates what's ours?"

Suddenly she was interrupted by recognizing that Rusty moved his head and was about to say something. By that, she kept silent, to encourage him, an opportunity he thankfully accepted.

"I-It s-should say: …", you could still hear him sobbing, but he was about to rearrange his feelings again and tried to stop that wretched sound; "I-In the b-beginning was the P-Po-Power!'

Y-Yet even w-while I-I w-write the words d-down,", he still stuttered a bit, but Ruben slowly realized the point Cameron was trying to make; "I'm warned: I'm no closer with these I've found.

The Spirit helps me! I have it now, intact.

And firmly write: 'In the Beginning was the Act!'"

Proudly, Cameron looked in Ruben's eyes, well-knowingly that she now had to be strategic to get some kind of development going on in him. As a result, she again laid her hand on his shoulder and tried to get back into a conversation. "So, what exactly happened in this scene?", Cameron was hoping for an answer and gladly, Ruben got back into the talkative mood from before. "Well … he became a man of act, it was a development of him as a man of words to someone who does … stuff;" his answer was quite specific, however, it lead to somewhere which Cameron wanted to go on. "And how exactly did he do that?", this was probably the most important point she had to make or otherwise this whole thing would have been worthless; "Did he do it by reading as many books as possible or theorizing?" Finally, Ruben got the whole understanding she was trying to let him be a part of. In fact, if you could have watched him in this exact moment, you'd see his eyes slowly opening and his spine getting him into a healthy position again, a position which suggests attention and interest. Meanwhile, his mouth continued to open, his facial expression would look quite surprised, but not like it was in any hurry, more like it knew it's way, now that he finally understood what this scene exactly meant. "It … it … it means that … he did it by actively working on this issue. He tried finding the answer in a book but then again translated it, so he can learn about it. But while doing so he not only wrote his own interpretation of it on the paper, Faust really brought it into his head just to extract it later in his acts.", still a bit insecurely Ruben looked at Cameron like he'd expected some kind of confirmation; "But how? How can I also become a man of act?" At this point the teacher only looked with a caring glance at her student, she knew that he'd figure it out, but just to be sure, Cameron still tried to smooth the way for him. "Ruben, you may not have a bible to translate, but a friend to read out of the answer." At that exact moment, they both heard someone knocking on the door, which was responded by a "come in" by Cameron. Towards them now was standing a sweaty Jackal who was, if the sight wasn't deceiving them, completely exhausted. Jack needed a few seconds to get some words out, it took him several breaths until he finally spoke in a clipped manner at least: "I-I'm sor-ry … missed … the bus." Following that, Cameron just made a sign to Rusty, the teacher knew her student was able to interpret that right. Eventually, Ruben got up and looked at Jack. "Hey Jack", Rusty was scratching the back of his left arm and looked towards the ground; "would you … like to meet up sometime. Just the two of us, perhaps … today?" Afraid what his counterpart may say, the yellow dog didn't dare to look up to him and kept his insecure pose. A long-time he didn't hear anything, Jack himself was quite shocked about the question his newfound friend just asked him. Millions of thoughts crossed through the head of the Jackal, some went directly to their destination like some kind of express good, others were delivered more lazily and took a while to be realized, while on the other side some even took that long like they'd be traveling as some kind of hitchhiker and develop at their journey with the acquaintances they'd be doing on the way. One specific thought was bound to be the last one arriving in Jacks's head: "As a date?" At this point, it took even that long that Cameron got quite insecure as well until finally, the boys' voice broke the silence. "I'd love to."