There's this certain deja vu. Chan Lee was once again fighting back another yawn and situated in the class of Professor Mo. Same seat, same setting. A thought would make its way to her mind...when she returned back home, would he no longer be there? Would it have been a fantasy of hers?
Her fingers reached for the pendant on her neck, holding it tightly within her hands. The smooth stone provided some relief and a reminder.
This wasn't a dream.
Everything had changed.
Or not.
She still felt very much the same, she wasn't making much progress. If anything, all she was doing was reacting to the crazy world around her. But… she turned her attention back to Professor Mo, back to the slideshow presentation he was doing. She needed to concentrate. She only had herself to rely on.
The minutes flew past quickly. Hot air rising. Cold air descending. Light. Heavy. Thunder. Lightning. Wind. Shifting. Tides. Change. The whirlpool of information made its crevices inside her mind.
