That fall, Peter Sutton started up a couple classes as an adjunct professor, having entirely recovered from his heart attack and deciding he liked being around young people whose whole lives were just starting out. As he met the groups in his new art history sections, he couldn't help but think about which ones actually held artistic promise. Each semester, he tended to find one particularly inspiring student. He vaguely felt that he'd had such a student in his winter-spring semester before he'd landed in the hospital—but he must have been wrong, because he could recall neither name nor face of the fellow. Perhaps his near-death experience had warped old thoughts. In any case, he immediately noticed one particular young man who, though a little older-looking than the rest (most of whom had just popped out of high school), fascinated him with his very first assignment. He was a very happy looking albeit quiet fellow with a shock of orange hair and eyes that were almost cartoonish in size, but right away, Peter decided to keep this one under special watch. He thought his name was Will.

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