[In the dormitory and around room three, if you're paying attention, you might notice the door to said room to shake a bit. Like someone is trying to open it or, near the beginning at least, someone slams into it.

This will go on for a few moments until finally the door opens, and out steps...a dog-a Dalmatian, specifically, wearing one of the uniforms, a red collar with a silver star tag around his neck, and the hand book snuggly shoved under the collar against the back of his neck.]

This had better be a nightmare.

[Later, you might find the dog in the kitchen, rummaging around in one of the cupboards, lightly placing anything in his way off to the side so he can look around more.]

Oh, come on! Not even a bit of kibble? This is ridiculous!

[Or you might find him on the playground, not trying to play, but staring at the dark and dreary sky, before looking to you, a somewhat forced smile on his muzzle.]

Well, uh...at least we're probably still in London?

[he's trying okay

Eventually though, he'll just end up outside the auditorium, reading through the handbook and patiently waiting for...whatever it is that's planned, because at this point he is severely out of his element, realizes as much, and would like to know what is going on, thank you.]