Cilla sat in stunned silence as Professor Bellaire vocalised her displeasure. In her opinion, Cilla was being made to feel as if she was a wrongdoer. Cilla was nothing of the sort. The teen thought it would be prudent to not make a single sound. She was desperate to get some sleep but there was an underlying fear that if she showed signs of fatigue that her bedtime would be spent hung upside down by her ankles.