@hiddenstar
After pouring over a book explaining the use of Spirale’s Intraspace, the last thing remembered was the alarm on her nightstand passing three o’clock in the morning. It wasn’t terribly unusual for her to fall asleep late into the morning hours after getting distracted by studying, but it did usually lead to the professor sleeping like a rock. Subconsciously she must have been thinking about home as her eyes shut, because the image she saw in her dreams was one of the schoolhouse in Iselia. It had already been, what?, four months since she had been transported to this world, and she still terribly missed home.
It was a nice dream. It was early in the morning, and the warm morning sun was beaming through the open windows. The stray village cat that the kids jokingly called “Professor Cat” was curled up in one of these sun spots. The Colette-shaped hole in the wall was still haphazardly boarded up. The walls were lined with crayon drawings of “Lloyd the Hero” and other members of the Journey of Regeneration. She was excitedly giving a lesson on the Balacruf Dynasty. Seeing the room again like this filled her with warmth and comfort, even if it was temporary.
Colette sat in her seat near the back, smiling and doodling in her notebook while taking notes. Genis was flipping through pages in his textbook, most of which had already been annotated. For some reason, Sheena had been there as well, listening intently to the lesson. Zelos was there too, with his legs on the desk and arms behind his head. Presea sat there as well, staring blankly at the diagrams drawn on the chalkboard. In the middle of it all was Lloyd. The professor could start to hear soft snoring coming from his direction, and with her back turned to the class, she readied a piece of chalk.
Quickly spinning around to catch him sleeping during her lesson, Raine lifted her arm to throw the chalk, but stopped mid-swing. All of Raine’s traveling companions began to freeze in place. She saw a figure watching her, acting quite amused, in the back row of desks.
“Hold on...you’re not...one of my students.”
