Headmistress Mallett observed, cradling a young chick in her hands. The first day of term was always a chaotic occasion. Tempus edax rerum, read the school motto. Some of the children had it branded across nanocarbon breastplates, others had it stitched into silken togas. Another projected the words as holographs above his helmet. "Welcome all, to the International School for the Children of Time-Travellers!" boomed the Headmistress. "We'll get you chronologically comfortable in no time." The chick suddenly shrunk in on itself, and an eggshell bloomed around it. The Headmistress smiled. "And remember: boring things come to those who wait."