Thornton ignored the impulse to blink until it was just another thought floating around that he would not be acknowledging.

The colored swirls were slowly coming into focus and Thornton just let them. It was as if his brain had shut off. As they got sharper, it became abundantly clear to Thornton what they were.

Jellybeans. Floating in mist.

The absurdity of the image jolted him back to awareness and he scratched his head. Jellybeans? He looked around the room for the Professor, thinking to get her attention and ask her what it could mean, but noticed her telling others just to watch and not talk.

He took a deep breath and prepared to start again.