"Admit it. You've got us lost again!" Hawke Kori was a masculine young man of sixteen years. He sported black hair with a white fringe, glaring yellow eyes and a sleeveless shirt with denim jeans. The speaker was David Jones who two years Hawke's junior. He sported violet hair and green eyes, with a yellow jumper and black chinos. "Have not!" Lied Hawke. "Your sense of direction sucks." David complained. "I'm very sorry, Mr. Homing Pigeon! What about your sense of direction? I don't see you trying to get us home." "We going?" Hawke asked. "Do we have too?" David said in a joking fashion. "HAWKE!"