<div style="text-align: center;">Sam stared at the chalk board in desperation, not at all understanding what had just occured.<br/><br/>His history teacher, he swore, had been there just two seconds ago. Then..poof, and he was gone.<br/><br/>Sam stood from his desk, as a few nervous chuckles erupted from the throats of about half the class. He looked at them, before proceeding to the door of the classroom. He twisted it open and stepped out into the hall, looking left and right before stepping out onto the tile. He began checking every classroom. None of them had a single teacher. He became panicked, and ran back to his own classroom, calming himself before walking back through the door. Everyone was silent, and looked disappointed when it was just him who had re-entered the classroom, not their beloved teacher, Mr. Dubbs. He walked back to his desk, passing several glances at Quinn, who had tears building up in his eyes. He sat in his chair, and hoped for the best, his mind reeling as he tried to figure out what was going on.</div>