Breepbreep-Breepbreep. Breepbreep-Breepbre*click*
The noise finally stopped as fingers, groping the black lighted box, finally hit the target. The man rolled his head back over sleepily, his hand resting on a head. But not a Flygon head. His eyes snapped open, and he looked down to see a Honchkrow snoozing on him. Blinking, Giovanni found he was confused. Why had he anticipated a Flygon...he'd had Notte for awhile...
Wait...the last memory he had had was laying in bed sometime... The clock said it was the 14th of March. Where had the last ten days gone...? And what had been with that...dream? Was that really what it had been? The mix of emotions and memories...felt so real...
He needed some time away. The mountains sounded rather nice...
[On the Geology room door, there's a notice:
Class is canceled for the week for private matters. I apologize for any inconvenience.
Dr. Giovanni R. Moretti, Ph.D
Geology]