The wind messed with his hair, mask in hand. He slipped the mask on, pushing himself onto his feet, he fell forward, diving toward the sounds and the traffic. It still scared him a little, swinging from silk made of fiber and protein... His feet hit the ground, making a few apprehensive hops to steady himself as he climbed up the wall into his room, hastily pulling off the mask and suit. Alhaitham grabbed his backpack, taking his bike to school, rushing into chemistry just as the bell rang