<em>"How did I get here ? Where am I right now ? Pi ? It's dark outside! And is that ceiling moving closer ?"</em><br/><br/>Those thoughts were just a few that were going through the red-head's mind as she glanced at the ceiling, folding her hands in front of her, then dropping them to her side, balling her fists, before folding them again after adjusting her glasses.<br/><br/><em>"By the car that was send for you. Mrs. Whitmore knocked. Twice. You're in the office of Mr. Parker. Yes, it's dark. So what ? And ceilings don't move. That's just in your head."</em><br/><br/>Those were the replies that her own thoughts provided, even as a part of her registered the voice of Mr. Parker asking her some question.<br/><br/><em>"But you already teach classes on comparative theology, and classical languages. As well as participate in the community outreach programs ... HEY, HE ASKED A QUESTION !!!! EARTH TO BRÍGH. QUESTION.."</em><br/><br/>"W...w...w...." she stuttered as her green eyes focussed on Mr. Parker and her brain called out some less flattering things to her self.<em>"I came because I was told to come. And yes, it is bothersome. It's dark outside and cars are already on the edge of my comfort zone."</em>her thoughts went.<br/><br/>"No." was her reply as she looked at Mr. Parker.