The weeks dragged by sluggishly, and we had just about zero free time left. Now that we had to take classes to strengthen every skill we had, all of our breaks had been eliminated. All our time was now devoted to homework and studying, and we now had no time for extra training, playing, or just hanging out with our friends. I had the feeling Waffles felt neglected, as she and Oliver never really asked to be stroked anymore. The fame... yuck. Everyone would surround Mist and and ask silly questions like, What's it like? How great is it? Not very, thank you. I was started to get depressed, and walked the hallways avoiding their loud voices. I never spent time with Steam, Breeze, Brooke, or Storm anymore, and I hoped they understood. The weight of the universe seemed to be on my shoulders. They killings only got worse, over 500 dead now. It was scary. We all knew he'd be back again, and this time he would probably actually be there. What was scarier was that Misty and I were staying for the summer. He could come anytime. Anywhere. The school was a big place. Even worse, during summer only counselors stayed. No skilled teachers, and less students as most would probably go home to family. No one was safe. No one...