Mickey calmed down a little when he looked over his shoulder to see that the student was gone. Then he returned his stare back to Aesha, seeing as their faces were quite close. He even felt her hug him, possibly to calm him down? Quickly though, he backed off, sitting in the corner, as he was trying to think. "My name is Mickey Lee" he told Aesha as he studied the window from across the room. "And that student, that was Chester.. He's beyond crazy and needs to be put into a Mental Institute.." he muttered the last part under his breath.<br/><br/>"Also, I'm sorry that...<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>happened..." he said, a bit upset with himself. "It's just that Chester scares the hell out of me.." He felt like a sad puppy that knows he's done wrong, knows that he needs a pat on the head of some sort to know that everything is alright. After a minute or so of silence and clearing his head, he looked at Aesha and said, "You said you were new... and can't remember anything of a few weeks ago?" He was confused by this, trying to think up some answers. "Maybe you hit your head, passed out and went into a coma, or just passed out in general..." he shrugged, looking at his hands as he opened and closed his palms over and over again. "It's just a thought..." he added.