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The room was eerily quiet as the sun set outside and the temperature dropped along with it. Not even the buzz of florescent lights was there to accompany Noah as he entered the classroom. It was the one Professor Webber was usually assigned and Noah hadn’t stepped foot in it since classes had ended. Webber preferred it because it was one of the only classrooms on the first floor that didn’t have any windows in it, but was still big enough to accommodate his classes, which were always packed thanks to his popularity. He’d told Noah once that he didn’t like windows in a classroom. It gave the students something else to look at when their attentions should have been solely on him. Now, as Noah moved through the rows of seats, he couldn’t help feeling a sense of unease as he remembered that statement.
The seat he was looking for was in the middle of the entire classroom, at the very center, just where an instructors line of sight might fall naturally. Noah gripped the back of the seat for a moment, staring down at it, before he sat down. Before him, beyond the rows of seats, the chalkboard stretched wide and empty, a blank slate of black. He stared at it as the seconds ticked by into minutes and his mind wondered.
When the door opened behind him, it had been ten whole minutes since Noah had sat down. His head snapped around to look at the new person coming into the room. There wasn’t supposed to be anyone in this building at a time like this, let alone someone in this classroom. But then he saw who it was coming through the door, and time seemed to spin a little bit slower. It was her. The girl he’d seen in his vision.
“You’re here,” he said without meaning to. His voice was filled with wonder and confusion. “How are you here?”