The memories of what her life was like here, in this strange version of Hisashiro High where she was a student and Aika was a teacher and all the missing people kept appearing and then vanishing the moment you realized they were there...it would have been a nice alternative to what she'd been doing in real life.  Could it be a dream?  ...no.  No, this felt entirely real, and if nothing else, that tingle between her legs would have jolted her out of sleeping and back to the waking world.  Something was up here; but<em>what</em>?<br/><br/>Talking to Aika could have benefits; it all depended on whether or not they were forced into a scripted event for the entire time, or whether there was some way for them to communicate freely?  If they could, then visiting meant it was a concrete line of communication, because otherwise they were at the mercy of whatever random events the game would have them meet face to face at.  As she expressed her open frustration with the situation, something...<em>else</em>occurred to her.<br/><br/><em>Why be smarter when you've got big American tits?</em>Which...<em>was</em>true, she was A: very American and B: very endowed, when you compared her to the other girls at the school.  Sen had even admitted that he was into her<em>big American tits</em>not long after they had started going out...<br/><br/>...this might have gone on, but her tossing her hair seemed to interrupt the matter.  She made her selection to go looking for Aika, and found herself walking the halls of the school, arriving downstairs in the teacher's room.  The door opened, and Aika was inside.<tt class="bbc_tt">"Ah, Miss Armstrong.  Do come in; we have a matter that needs discussing."</tt>Curses.  Just on that opening sentence alone, it sounded like they were heading into a scripted event.  But maybe, just maybe...<br/><br/><tt class="bbc_tt">"Please sit; we need to discuss the upcoming class trip to Kyoto."</tt>More scripted language.  Aika pulled out a chair for her to sit on, and showed her some papers that were on her desk, which somehow she knew where related to the trip, they were the usual boring stuff...<br/><br/>...wait.  There was something there, some note that Aika had scribbled in the margin.<span class="bbc_u">Missing people here.</span>