A whole week has passed since the incident. Adam was going to school again; so that he could recover from the incident, they gave him the full week off. Although, a week was not enough for the boy to recover the smile on his face.

If it wasn't for his father's insistence, Adam would probably have dropped out of school, but his father always warned him that the path for those who couldn't read was even worse than Sofia's; therefore, Adam ended up going to school.

Arriving at school, Adam noticed her as normal as always, as if nothing had happened, this time he saw that Cesar was sitting with a stool at the door of the hexagon. When Cesar looked at him, he said to Adam with a smile:

—I hope you've recovered, Adam. We've made a few changes to your class to make you feel more comfortable. Come, I'll walk you to the classroom. Anyway, if you feel bad during class, you can come to the principal's office to talk for a while.

Adam nodded and followed Cesar to the classroom, the room hadn't changed, but this time two unknown faces were looking at Adam, besides Achilles who seemed to be still his teacher.

Noticing him coming, Achilles ran to the door and hugged Adam, while he said:

—Adam, my favorite student. I really owe you a favor for yesterday.

Adam didn't quite understand what Achilles meant; he only remembered that his teacher had passed out. After the strange reception, Adam went to his usual bank and sat down to wait for classes for the first time in his life. Seeing that everything was going correctly, Cesar said goodbye and went to continue his duties as director (or continue reading).

—Well, we're all here!—Achilles said with great euphoria; it seemed that from the depths of his soul he wanted these boys to love him — First, the name of our course changed; that's why the new faces and that's why I'll be your teacher from now on. Before I was the teacher of the special children course, now we are class S-2.

The students listened carefully to their teacher, Adam looked very carefully at the children next to him, besides Sofia, this was the second time that he was near other children and now there were two. Meanwhile, Achilles went on to say:

—The first thing we're going to do is introduce ourselves.—For that, I want Adam to teach them how to do it.

Adam proceeded to introduce himself as the teacher had explained to him in the first class; he felt really happy that he could have learned at least one thing in this week and so much. Once Adam finished, Achilles introduced himself just like him as he had done before. Now it was the turn of the other two students, unknown to Adam.

—My name is Bianca, I'm 10 years old, and I'm a student on the middle floor 4 of 5, hex 8 of 18. You could say that I love to paint, and I have no doubt that I hate insects. When I grow up, I want to be a painter. My parents are tailors.

Bianca had black hair and green eyes, she was dressed in the same white robe as Adam, and she seemed to be wearing two cute gold earrings in her ears. Adam was surprised that this girl's voice was quite different from Sofia's, and she spoke more like him; that is, with the childishness of a child and dragging some complicated words and little used as a tailor. Then the other boy in the room stood up:

—My name is Franco, I'm 9 years old, and I'm a student from the middle floor 4 of 5, hex 8 of 18. You could say that I love to play with some bookshelves, and I have no doubt that I hate being punished. When I grow up, I want to be a missionary. My father is an inquisitor.

Franco had brown hair and turquoise eyes, he was dressed in the same robes as Adam. But he had an insignia engraved on the sleeves of his robe. The insignia looked like an open book with a candle in the middle. Franco also had a diamond earring, but only in one of his ears.

—Very well, he congratulated you guys, you all did well, —Achilles said with a smile—Now I'm going to give both of you your books. As their parents asked me, the two of them will learn the language of the upper floors; his partner Adam is learning the language of the middle floors or as they are known in their houses: the language of wood.