Kyle sat there with his pencil on the paper, hand holding where that glow had been before. After having got to class, he had already remembered hearing something about a light from an old fortune teller that his mother had gone to visit... but-- he had never had any idea on what it was. All he knew, was that his mother was cranky after hearing it, and told him to ignore her nonsense. Now, it seems "the light" has effected him. No matter how much he could pretend it did not happen, he admitted it would probably not go away. "I should probably ask that goth chick about what it was-- even if I said forget about it..." he murmured, spinning his pencil on his knuckle.