Factory. Harrow doesn't understand, but he doesn't ask. If he's going to see it soon he doesn't matter that he knows what that word means now. He smiles too at the sight of the warm-colored leaves. It's a city, sure, but the colors remind him of home. He hold out a hand for Steve to guide him by. He's full of all Steve's energy to see the school – a place that might as well be as foreign as a factory to him.

"I've never gone to school," he says-thinks. Under normal circumstances he might be ashamed of that, but somehow here he doesn't feel that way. This is a pleasant place and it fills him with honesty and positivity. "Will you tell me what you study?"