Roman’s POV

"Would your friend like to have some tea, sir?" A middle-aged man who I had never met in any of my numerous visits to New York state college asked me with a smile.

I glanced backward at Nathan, who was standing motionlessly behind me with an expressionless face, and beckoned him to answer the question.

He shook his head in negation at the man, and the man nodded as he went back to his seat.  

I darted an investigative look at the man's bandaged head as I inwardly wondered why he wasn't resting in the hospital and was instead walking about and working.

Earlier, he had introduced himself...