Zhenya had forgotten her notes. She was looking through her bag, in her textbook, between other sheets of parchment, but they simply were not there. ARGH. She couldn't remember what the cracks meant, so she stayed silent to listen to everyone else give explanations as to what the cracks were. Well, they jogged her memory at least.

And now they were on to the steps of plastromancy. She remembered most of the steps; get a shell, write a name in it, crack the shell, then pour blood or oil in it. Or was it pour the blood or oil then crack?

She was trying to remember, when suddenly it went dark. Had she fallen asleep? No, it wasn't the darkness of sleep, it was the darkness of, well... dark. Her eyes were wide as they could go. There were noises. She was scared that the lights might suddenly go on and she could find herself staring at a giant spider!

NO

That wasn't going to happen. Because the lights went on, and there wasn't a spider there. Zhenya looked around with a frown on her face and saw what everyone else saw; Bob the turtle was missing. Her jaw dropped open as she looked, frozen, at the ball...