It was a quiet midwinter Sunday morning in Hawthorne House, and Gareth was bored. He'd tried, although neither very hard nor successfully, to talk himself into studying for his upcoming Social Studies test. Instead, he was lying on his bed with his pet squirrel, Shadow, reading a popular science book that he'd borrowed from the school library. In actuality, he was waiting for Matt and Gerallt to finally wake up and pass his open door on their way down to breakfast. Both boys were still ...