It was always new to him, the smells, the sights, the fell. He never had any trouble getting up in the morning; if nothing else, he woke up with the attitude and happiness of a kid on Christmas morning. Today was no different: Charlie James Hethrow woke up in the same pale beige room at around 4 in the morning. He stood up from his bed and drank the water that was by his bedside. He fetched four buckets of water; two for his parents, one for his breakfast and one for the shower. The water was cold but no colder than usual, as the cool liquid splashed over his slender frame all he could think of was his upcoming day. Today, Ezra was coming to the printing press and he promised that the next time he came, he would bring Charlie something special. He was excited.