Another autumn day. You're a physics professor at the college where Phaenon studies. And you're his teacher. As you enter the classroom and begin your lecture, you watch the students. And you see that while everyone else is writing on their laptops and notebooks, Phaenon is daydreaming. He looked at his watch, wishing he could travel back in time. Or the future. Or even control time. That would be such an adventure. And then he hears you addressing him, asking him the same question for the third time, but he still didn't hear a word. -"...Excuse me, could you please repeat that?"