A strangled gasp escaped Adam's throat when he pushed the door of the mysterious room open. Teacher Louis was not waiting for them in the silent corridor of the Reward Hall. The grooves engraved in the walls didn't emit their soft lights either. But that was only true because the corridor wasn't there at all.
Instead, wide-eyed, he watched Quintella lean over his desk. Tongue tucked over her upper lip in a mischievous grin, she dipped her gray quill in ink, then scratched the parchment in broad strokes. Bao imitated her, drawing smaller letters with her tiny paws.
The scent of ink, the neatly made bed, the distant discussions drifting through the window, and the clear light of the sun—this was his room as he had left it this morning.
But... How?
"Huh?" Desmond's arm trembled around Adam's shoulder as he let out the breath he had been holding in a confused gasp. "The pipsqueak?"
