<div class="floatright">(http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m241/Lui_punkgirl/CB_allisonscag_pasadenaHS_21.jpg)</div><br/>Cecilia hummed a soft tune as she strode down the hallways, her destination across campus. Her leather boots clicked softly against the granite floors of the older half of the campus. She carried with her her large satchel filled to the brim with student's blue books. Being the Professor's assistant, she was often in charge of grading smaller papers like the weekly blue books each student was required to fill. A cheerful smile was featured on her lips as she further crossed the campus. Adjusting her bag she rounded another corner before stopping to look at her digital watch. She had time yet before the next class, she had to drop off the students papers in her car. She had a system in place, the best she could for not having an office.<br/><br/>As she exited the building to the parking lot, she eyed up her car. It was an older model, a simple Ford Taurus, but the vehicle had never given her any problems. She was always grateful for this. Reaching her car within moments she pulled her keys from her pocket and unlocked the trunk. Inside was an assortment of boxes, labeled with class times.<br/><br/>Cecilia opened her satchel and placed the blue books in the 8:30-10:00 am box, which was currently empty. After she finished she looked at her watch on her left wrist again, checking the time. She was so used to looking at her watch that she never even thought about it when she did it. Time management was something that Cecilia had to have down within her first few years of schooling, if she hadn't, it would have ended up messy for her by now. She slammed the trunk door closed and readjusted her satchel. All that was left in it now was her planner, a few feminine items, her phone, car keys, her set of contacts, a small bottle of contact solution, her glasses case, her mp3 player and small set of head phones,  and an old fob watch that was gifted to her by her grandfather. Her satchel had many pockets that she was grateful of, some hidden within and hard to find, and others placed conveniently on the outside of the bag. In one of those hard to find pockets was her Grandfather's fob watch.<br/><br/>Adjusting her plaid shirt she walked back into the campus building and made her way through the maze of hallways. Colleges were never set up in a friendly way, and were always difficult to navigate for the freshman and sophomores, but after a few years of traversing the hallways, Cecilia found it second nature now. Her destination was closer now, having taken a while to cross campus from where her car was park. As she made her way into the basement, towards Dr. Steven's Lab. One of his part time assistants was in her class, and in danger of failing. She was concerned enough to bring it up to the doctor, the student's academics had been in a hole for a little while. If the student didn't pull themselves from the hole, they were in danger of losing the position with the Doctor.<br/><br/>Cecilia thought it was best, that the motivation to succeed come from Doctor Stevens. As she rounded the corner in the basement, the pressure in the air changed, and there was a clattering of noise coming from further down the hallway and around the next corner. Slowing her pace, Cecilia took her time to coming around the corner. She noticed papers fluttering on boards on the walls, and that there were flickering lights coming from around the corner. Rounding the corner, Cecilia's eyes were met with blueish light and she could feel her balance getting strange. Her feet slid slowly across the floor and she could feel some pulling. But still, her mind urged her to go forwards, like reading the next page in a great novel, she had to go further.<br/><br/>Pushing herself flat against the wall, gripping on to whatever was there, she inched closer to the Doctor's door. 'What has that crazy man done now?' she thought as she reached the door frame. Needing to grip onto it to prevent from falling over she found herself looking into the room. Her hair flying, she found it harder and harder to hang on. Her feet slowly slid out from under her as she stared at the mind numbing awesome that laid before her. It was like a science fiction novel, a classic Wells or a new age terror. Her mind was muddled as she found her feet had suddenly flown out from under her, with a scream she latched onto the door frame with every inch of strength she had. But it wasn't enough, as on of her hands let go and her satchel went flying into the portal like void. Her eyes narrowed, her grandfathers watch was in there, and she wasn't going to let it get away from her no matter what. Within milliseconds of her satchel flying away, Cecilia let go of the door frame and screamed at the uncertain. What was going to happen to her?