Irma tried her best to stifle a yawn. The constant bad dreams and oddball daydreams were really getting to her. She wanted to head back to the bus and pass out again. Passing by Sheffield again, she stopped when she heard a giggle of sorts. Turning her head, Irma's jaw dropped at what she saw.

C'mon, Irma, we're gonna be late! Standing in front of the main doors was a Chinese girl about Irma's age. The most distinguished features about her were the long, dark (nearly purple) hair done up in twin pigtails and an odd set of flight goggles.

"...H-Hay Lin?" Irma whispered.

C'mon! You don't want Mr. Collins to get mad for being late! "Hay Lin" said, racing inside.

"H-Hay Lin! Wait a second, Hay Lin!" Irma shouted, racing after her best friend. Following her inside the building, she made her way into one of the classrooms and lost track of her. "Hay Lin? Hay Lin, where'd you...?" She let out a gasp as she heard something creaking. Turning around, a large coat cabinet tilted over the Guardian. She tried to push away, only to get tangled up in the desks around her.

Anyone outside could probably hear Irma screaming in pain, the desks coming down on her and her foot getting caught in the falling cabinet.