its maths classes. a red-haired boy sits in the back, rhythmically tapping his fingers on a table like a madman. although other students eyesight is focused on the formula being written on the black-board, the boy could not care less. out of a corner of his eye he notices as the sequence of numbers slowly begins to melt off the blackboard, glittering with colours, and finally spills all over the floor like a fractal leakage from some other dimension.