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Once Prof Jane is fully presentable, I lean into her ear and whisper, "I expect you to keep teaching. You won't regret it."
She looks me deep in the eyes before blinking and seeming to come back to herself.
"I expect you won't miss any of my Math Club practices, Mister Smith?"
I smile as the professor façade returns. She's going to be all right, I thought. I wish her the best of luck and leave her office. I get a few glances from some of the students, but am quickly forgotten when there is a commotion outside the classroom. Running out, I grab someone to find out what's going on.
"Something's happening outside," is all the response I get before I'm swept along in a tide of students heading for the exterior doors.
The sun hits my eyes, and combined with the white snow all over the ground, I'm momentarily blinded as a communal gasp sounds around me. Blinking to clear my eyes, I start looking around to see what the fuss is about.
And almost shit myself.
