Layla half expected something to happen during the night, so she was half glad and half sad that nothing happened.
She forced herself to wake up early and take a small walk.
The sun gently rose in the sky, casting a serene glow over the waking world. The only other soul awake at this early hour was Professor Ragnarock, his movements a quiet ballet of concentration and struggle.
Every time he tried to reach for something, he dropped it, and then he had to pick it up and clean it up.
"Professor, you are making a mess of these perfectly alright ingredients. Do you need some help with them?"
Layla asked and flinched as another jar hit the ground. But this time, it was because Layla had called out to the professor, and he was startled by her presence.
When the professor noticed Layla, he rubbed his forehead and sighed before putting everything on hold.
