"I think I'm lost."
Kenzo stared at Atman as if he just heard the most disappointing news of his life.
"You're -" Kenzo started. "You're a professor here."
Atman nodded once, with innocent eyes.
"You work here" Kenzo continued, voice rising. "You LIVE here."
Atman blinked, exhausted. "I am aware of that..."
"And you're lost" Kenzo repeated slowly.
Atman raised his hands a little, palms up. "Apparently, yes."
Kenzo's hammer drifted forward like it wanted to join the argument, too.
"What do you mean apparently!?" Kenzo snapped. "How do you even get lost in your own school?"
Atman's jaw clenched. His eyes flicked down the hall, then back, then down again.
"Dunno" he answered. "It looked like the way I was supposed to go wasn't even there."
Kenzo's brows shot up. "Wasn't even there!?"
Atman nodded, stress creeping into his voice."Yes. As in - not there. Not open. Not existing."
Kenzo threw his free hand up. "That's not a thing that happens in a building!
