The final bell had rung for the day at the high school Mark worked at. The students were always making a hasty retreat to the parking lots, as if learning was some sort of plague.  Though the course-work being taught was...simplistic at best, it was still information worth listening to.<br/>Instead, Annie would find students constantly dozing off or gluing their eyes to the screen of their cellular device behind a book.  It was rather off putting how a perfectly good work of literature was being used to shield to cover their precious electronics from being spotted in class.<br/><br/>Annie found herself sitting on top of a desk facing Mr. Merchant's desk.  She waited patiently for him to gather his things and be on his way, as was routine for him.<br/>Of course, he would never know that a young woman was following him around on a consistent basis, because no one could see her.  She was invisible to the mortal plane.  In this stage, she could do as she pleased without anyone hearing or seeing her.  Watcher's sometimes spend an entire mission in this state, completing their job with flawless results and keeping the chosen people safe from harm until their timely deaths.<br/><br/>Annie sighed as she played with a piece of her hair, the human disguises were nice to have, even if they barely used them.  But occasionally, someone would slip up and at least by keeping their human appearances, their wouldn't be mass panic.<br/>The sun would be going down soon and it was important that Mark was home by nightfall. She would prefer him safe inside his home in the ungodly hours of the dark, where the creatures couldn't reach him and hurt him.