It was dark, so very dark... and cold... and wet.

There were voices around her, but it sounded like they were talking to her underwater.

Maybe that is why it's so wet... Sutton thought to herself.

She felt a hand on her shoulder. It was warm, but that didn't make sense because... they were underwater...

Wait! If they were underwater, how could she breathe?!

Oh no! She couldn't! She couldn't breathe underwater!!

In a panic, Sutton attempted to open her eyes and blink away the foggy blackness in her head. As hard as she tried, though, there was still a vague, opaque haze in front of her eyes...

Blink.Blink.

Her eyes traveled upward and realized that it wasn't a haze, but a ghost-like figure of a man.

A ghost.

"Am I... d-dead...?" Sutton asked as she gulped hard, looking at the ghostly man.


In her peripheral vision, she saw red. Bright red. Shifting her eyes a little, she saw that it was red hair framing the lovely face of...

Now Sutton couldn't breathe FOR REAL.

It was the headmistress, and here she was... sprawled on the floor.

She quickly sat up, looking to the lovely woman. "Headmistress! I am so sorry! I was just..." overcome with dizziness, her eyes rolled, and she closed her eyes, laying back down. "I saw that they seemed to be getting in trouble, and I wanted to help them not be in trouble because I don't want people to get in trouble. People should be nice to everyone," she rambled, her eyes still closed against the throbbing pain in the back of her head.