In fear, time becomes incredibly slow—especially when you have no projects to kill the time, it feels like time crawls by like a snail.
The university dormitory is equipped with a TV, and Caroline has already repeatedly switched between dozens of channels; even then, only half an hour has passed.
Arno isn't here; he says he still needs to attend classes, otherwise he fears he won't earn enough credits to graduate—Caroline just found out that Arno is pursuing three different academic societies simultaneously.
The dorm room has certificates and awards and such, all belonging to Arno personally—this guy, perhaps he's a genius?
Although Caroline doesn't know what a real genius should be like, there's no doubt Arno is the smartest person she knows... well, solely in terms of academics.
