The normal chatter in the halls of the seminary's dining hall continued to sound the same, but Phillip couldn't help but wonder about the noise. He looked around everyone, not seeing anyone who felt strange or even hear words that he was thinking of.
Monday had come, and yet… none of the people in the seminary remembered what happened in the camp yesterday morning. It didn't even seem like the whole incident happened in the first place.
That was how Phillip found himself in the praying hall. He found a seat and made use of the kneelers before praying for clarity. He remembered something that no one else had, but everything didn't seem to be a fever dream, either. Phillip knew that he wasn't going mad; it was the world that seemed to have changed for some reason.
