Sandy bounced her foot rapidly, her eyes continuously darting up to the clock. Was the minute hand broken? It HAD to be 1 o'clock already. Surely... There! It moved! Four minutes to go... What's the old bag yammering about, now...?<br/><br/>"...homework tonight is to read all of chapter three and compile a list of questions regarding the subject matter. You should be well on your way to completing the rough draft of your first essay. There are still a few of you who have not cleared your topic with me. If this is you, you need..."<br/><br/>Blah blah blah... My essay is done, and I've finished the paper. I can't believe they are still holding classes. Its clear there is something wrong out there... people are scared... and these storms... What's the deal with that? Since when do we see violent blizzards in May? And I'm sorry... but cars don't just flip themselves over... Honestly. People are stupid. They don't know the end of the world when they see it.<br/><br/>Her mental ramblings were interrupted when the minute hand finally rolled over to 1 o'clock. Without shoving her book into her bag first, she gathered her stuff and headed for the door, throwing the strap of her pack, which was gaping open, over her shoulder as she did. As she exited the english building, the sun beat down on her, nearly blinding her. Blinking, she pulled her pack around to the front and began working her book and note pad into it. Thus distracted, she didn't see the form in front of her until she was plowing him over. The poor guy went right down, plopped on his rear end, then smiled up at her... and she froze.<br/><br/>Impossible... Its... It can't be... He doesn't exist. Imaginary friends are not supposed to... She bumped right into him. How is that possible? She looked around. No one seemed to be paying her any attention at all.<br/><br/>"Hello, Mylady," He said, and her heart dropped to her toes.<br/><br/>That voice. It was so... She blinked heavily, trying to dispell the effects of his sudden return into her life. It was really him.<br/><br/>"T-teddy? I mean... I'm sorry. I didn't see you there. Gosh, I'm such a clutz... Here. Let me help you up. Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry."<br/><br/>As she rambled, she extended a hand to help him up, trying not to look at him, at those eyes... that face...