Mags looked up from her desk, a chill passing over her for no reason. Something was wrong, she could feel it. The strange thing was, she couldn't place her finger on it. It was like the thing wasn't actually here that was making her so uncomfortable. Then again, she could always chalk it up to nerves. New job, new school, new students and even new problems. All could account for the feeling that was slowly building in the pit of her stomach. Or it would if she didn't feel like she had one foot already in the grave.<br/><br/>Glancing at her watch, she looked out at her students. "Five minutes." Five minutes. Five minutes since Kiki had gone to the restroom. Five minutes for her to try and get that gum out of her head. A lot could happen in five minutes. Nothing could also happen in five minutes. Her mind flashed back to the student this morning. Laying in the stairwell, neck bent at such an awkward angle. Her instincts were going wild and she didn't know how to understand half of them. All she knew was she had felt a chill and now there was a pit of dread in her stomach. She would Kiki a few more minutes. Just a few more minutes until she went to check on her. Until she tried to convince herself that nothing was wrong and she was just being jittery for now reason whatsoever.<br/><br/>Those minutes seemed to stretch for eternity.