"Look," said Steve angrily, "my name's Hagen."
"How long have you had it?" asked Morehouse.
"All my life. I answer to it."
"We know that. Lois called at you half way across the campus and you turned; a man taking an assumed name doesn't always react to an unexpected use of it."
"Look," said Steve, as angrily as before, "I've never tried to conceal the fact; all I've tried to do is ignore it. So I'm William Wrightwood Junior, according to a few dozen people who do not believe their eyes or cannot read. To my friends and to the rest of the world, I am Steve Hagen, which is the name my father and mother gave me long before I was born." Steve's eyes grew soft for a moment and he smiled in a reminiscent fashion. "I've been told that my name would have been Catherine if I'd been constructed differently."
"All right, what's your game?"
"Game—schmame. What do you mean?"
"Hagen, why are you here and what do you hope to accomplish?"
"I'm here because I want to be a Guardian."
"And how is William Wrightwood fitted into this picture?"