"Ah! I'm needed I see. Of course. That's only reason anyone would come here." The voice grew more energy as he spoke. "It's not like anyone would come here to actually learn or appreciate art. I'm still willing to teach those who want it. I of course refer to you three before me." The voice paused, then continued finally taking in what Shamus had said. "Tearing out my spine would take away any resistance I have to being "transported", but I doubt I'd be useful as a paraplegic...or dead. I'm sure Jewel wouldn't appreciate my death either. Violence would be the wrong path for you to take. It'd only lead to a faster and immanent demise. I'm sure we can talk about this like civilized individuals. Come speak with me in my classroom. Room 105 if you'd please. It's a big room not hard to find to your right from the statue down the hall fifth door on the left. It'll say biology and genetics.<br/><br/>The old man was the chief of police and motioned for the woman before him to sit down in a chair that had fallen on the other side of the desk. "I'm sorry for the rude and possibly scary introduction. I didn't mean anything by it, but one can't be too safe." He shifted his gun and tried to steady himself up having to try several times, before finally being able to have proper posture in the chair. His gun rested still aimed, but his finger off the trigger. "Please sit. You don't look like you should be standing in your condition."