[It only lasts a couple seconds, if that. It's a dark, crowded room. Particles of dust float in the few rays of sunlight that pour through a crack in the door.
Anger. Boredom. Restlessness. There are many emotions in this memory, as quick as it is.
Two men are speaking outside. One angry, one calm. Neither of them sound like the Principal and even the angry one doesn't have that malicious air. Their words can't be made out but their conversation is loud, near the door outside of the room.
Then--then it's just the lounge. You're holding the soaked glove. The jellyfish stay where they are.
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Anger. Boredom. Restlessness. There are many emotions in this memory, as quick as it is.
Two men are speaking outside. One angry, one calm. Neither of them sound like the Principal and even the angry one doesn't have that malicious air. Their words can't be made out but their conversation is loud, near the door outside of the room.
Then--then it's just the lounge. You're holding the soaked glove. The jellyfish stay where they are.
The mystery is over.]