Walking through the halls of the Academy... it felt unreal; after all, he saw the faces of people he had not long ago considered dead. Some he had seen die personally; some he'd only heard of, as their poster got taken down from the wall.
Hearing their chuckles again, he couldn't believe it... after all, it felt as if he was dreaming. But he wasn't; t he had pinched himself hundreds of times since he woke up again, standing back in his dorm room.
And he felt it all.
This was reality.
And yet nobody remembered anything.
The school day had ended, meaning he was free... not that he cared all that much about academics; he had only come for himself, to finally get his head out of the sky. 'The world is going in one year, if nothing happens. Falling some Anchor class won't matter."
